Waking to the mockingbird, waves of urgency flood my mind.
Slipping on my boots, I navigate the creaking wooden floors. Careful not to wake those sleeping in bliss, I bravely open the heavy door.
Mists of mornings ancient dwell the trees and vines that fill the landscape I have feared to tread.
Breathing deeply, feeling the strength rise up from within, pushing forward to the swamp.
Sounds and eyes tempt me to retreat yet, onward I move towards my highest calling.
Approaching the muddy water, my boots sink and root to the clay.
I struggle against imagined monsters until once again I hear the mockingbirds calling me to breathe. My body floods with warmth becoming one with the mud.
Relaxing into this new world I glide to the other bank. Safety is close, so close I can smell the hibiscus flowers in bloom.
As I lean to grab a handful of sweetness, my body is swept up by the current into the raging torrent. A whirlpool pulls me under and I am powerless. I surrender. I emerge further downstream gasping, laughing, crying and wondering what is next…
My heart is racing, so many fears I am facing; at last I hear it, the waterfall just ahead. My mind tries to convince me to panic. My heart reminds me how far I have come. I hear the still, small voice, “this is not the end of your journey my beloved. It is only the beginning.”
I allow what is to come and as I shoot out over the falls, I become one with the One; seeing all, feeling all, knowing all is well.
Serenity bathes me as I come to rest in the Mother’s womb.
The crystal waters envelop me and I am held lovingly by the ancient boulders thick with moss.
In this moment, I have transcended the surly bonds of the flesh and touched the face of God.