Our Golden Thread

sensitivity,
stepping into gentle waves of recognition,
baring my inner child, to the subtle shapes,
that dance in the corner of my eyes.
feeling my way, into heightened awareness,
spreading my wings, jumping from elevated minds,
into the narrow stream of consciousness, that hides
it's movements, as we fall from the sky.
Abstract ideas, that take flight,
that search endlessly,
seeking the comfort of the night.

Duality,
embracing the distance, the barren shores of our pride,
swallowed whole, disengaged,
as we swim towards the shadows,
the beauty, we hold within our pain,
peeling back, the big reveal,
the raw, wounds, our golden thread,
that weaves it's medicine, to heal,
our broken souls,
windows into our purest form.

All words and images are my own.