I am, and I am Becoming

AtlantaI am different. Every moment of every day creates the room and space for me to be this: Different. My life is a metamorphosis, a practice in the reality of impermanence. Moods come and go. Preferences shift and shape. Awareness heightens then dulls until again the stimulation of God’s breath breathes and it wakes. It is all part of the existence of life, the way of the ebb and flow, the journey of a thousand miles. I step. Each step takes me down roads never before walked, along paths unpaved. There is no direction outside the voice of Life leading me. I listen. It is the only way that I am able to travel. Within.

I tilt my head and lean in closer. The warmth feels of sun against bare skin, tickling my flesh. It is You breathing on me again, and I feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise like a flower through soil that has been cultivated by Your promises. I walk atop the invisibility of Your word, and there is no shelter as strong, no energy of force able to withstand Your voice.

The asking has already been. My plate bountiful, yet empty waiting again to be filled by the Magic. I receive You. My arms stretched wide and heart cracked open that You see the purity of my being. It matters not how long I sit here at Your table. You are my companion. Your presence reminds me to sit longer still and to trust that time is timeless and the arrival is closer than nigh. The arrival is now.

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