TRANSFORMATION

polar bear on an ice floe
no tracks, no direction home
standing on the edge
certainty melting away

you can stand and wait
for reality to melt
or dive in
to the ocean of being
and swim
until you die

die to who you thought you were
die to limitation and separation
die to doubt and fear

swim into the One Being
melt into the One Love
surrender to the ocean
NOW
∞
I am the new born, without a shall

so soft and sensitive I can hardly bear to breathe.

I do not want to place a footprint on the virgin snow

nor flow into form to become fixed, held in, held down

I am the as yet to be, the coming solution

I am the next word you’ll hear, the next breath you’ll take

I am pointing to the future.

Yet I am soft, formless, so subtle, I am easily missed

you may mistake me for sadness, for loss, even for death

I seem like an absence

everything all emptied out, gone

I am a clear space for the breath of life

before words and thought

soft as a rose petal

formless as breath

Pure Love



I wrote this poem on New Year’s morning and it marks the end of three months in which I’ve been feeling the death of the old in me. The poem was inspired by a wonderful community brought together by Adela Rubio, 30 Days of Conscious Energy Shifts. http://selfcaremastery.com