Resting in the authority of your natural presence
allow yourself to come home,
emerge from this being you.
And yet still there’s that current
shunts you away from this –
a loping grey wolf
in the wilderness of your belonging.
Taking the time, allow a fresh momentum
to assault that crooked door
on rusted hinges,
crack its frozen joints,
charm its forgotten longings.
And let the discovery be enough.
Finding a heart holding space
for these abandoned places
of forest and caves,
the spell of your here & now blooms.
Let it be your home.
In the depth is the direction:
rising like spring waters,
welling up and filling out itself
in unexpected ways,
a new beginning.
This poem was a result of a session between barebody&soul and Addie van der Kooy.
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