The Magickal Pen

I step cautiously into the current of churning
Waters that would carry me forward.

Fear of losing ground and being pulled
Beneath the water’s surface calls me back to
The banks of my perceived safe ground.

I stand ever as the observer looking out
Onto a horizon that can only be revealed
In its beauty to those who simply let go.

I step into the comfort of my skin and look
Down into the water’s mirrored surface
This time I will not turn away from a reflection
Of doubt cast of face and form staring back.

I will not look beyond the surface of my physical
Form and vow to open an understanding heart
To the fear and doubt reflected and staring back.

I strain and push against a physical container
Never fitting quite right and aspiring for more
I hover just above my true Divine nature
Never settling in and remaining poised and
Always in precise and exacting control.

I move back turning away from water’s call
For now these first steps will prove enough.

I am not ready to face the icy waters of reality
I am not ready to claim the victory of surrender
I am not ready to trust the process and move
With the powerful currents that transform.

I am not ready to be released!

What holds you captive and what will you choose to release so that you may flow with the current of life? How will you surrender to trusting the essence of Deity that is ever within?