Wondering

once again stepping outside my comfort zone to share soulful writings. Its the journey I suppose, not the destination.

I remember seeing nothing from the past,

And fear of the future.

But I wonder what it would be like to have the gray.

Sitting in the ambiguity of the path that will unfold one way or another.

Imagining a life without answers, having only to embrace the pain or joy.

Having to let go of any indiscretions of life,

without permission,

Just with awareness of the experience. Noticing the self protection that is so caring and crushing.

Vulnerability calls during this time and the answer actually lies in that.

When I look at my essence of the human experience there is the intuition and compassion that can so pleasantly guides my soul.

The feeling of longing, what you gave, it hurts my body.

I realize it travels, watching as my body weakens, lying limp from the overflow.

STOP, it cries. Take care of me.

Wondering if anyone hears.

But perhaps it’s the knowing of unknowing that will direct in the way I need.