I hear a soft tapping on the door,
The door of my soul. It grows louder and soon pounds. I cannot bear it any longer, and now, Shuttered for countless seasons, the knob Begins to rotate, ever so gently, A sliver of light Tiptoes through the crack.
Little by little, it awakens a foreign mystery That lies asleep deep within My physical body. I am in awe.
I whisper quietly to myself, yet no words come forth. What is this experience? I hear the answer without a sound. I know.
Like a lost and frightened child Searching endlessly for her mother, Until once reunited with her, I am safe.
My essence, my being, my soul, Gradually emerges, awakening to wholeness, As the shadow of enlightenment retreats. I am free.
Conscious of the fear, pain, and sorrow In my life’s journey are stepping stones That allow me to reach my highest potential. I AM.