The morning light peers through a gap in the curtain...

I can’t tell if I’m just waking up or just falling asleep.

Are these feelings that I feel something real

Or just the remnants of a forgotten dream?

A dream that seems to me to be the closest thing to reality

In this moment of insanity

Where I’m lost in an ocean of ecstasy and my body no longer belongs to me but lies there waiting patiently

For my return.

I see myself as I’ve never been before.

Is it a self when you are nothing but awareness

Being aware of its nothingness;

Of its emptiness?

Yet how can I be empty when I am this full?

...There ‘I’ am again.

It all fades away as the light of day springs up to say

“You are here again”.

Yes, you are here again and its time to claim your rightful place on this plane

And never again forget why you came

But instead...

BE all that you are.

Don’t be afraid.

The world is waiting for you to show up on this stage.

To show yourself

In all your glory.

To hear all your stories

Even if you think they’re boring.

Even if you think you’re not worthy.

Call out your name with the rising sun as the birds sing praises of all you’ve become

And the sound of it travels down the river that runs

All the way back to the one that is you.

You.

Me?

I see…

So this means it all starts and ends here?

Let me get this clear..

I AM the river.

Am I the sun?

AM I?

What about those birds that I heard?

They’re all me…

In this dream that turned out to be reality…

Its all me.

Its ALL me.

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Musings from 2020...

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Art by @juliedillonart