There comes that time when you are ready, to make all your opposites meet and blend inside yourself.
That moment when you love so madly and wildly your shadow, and you welcome the expression, energy and clarity it carries within itself.
The immediate effect at first sight seems to subside, instead it is digging and workking deeply inside of you as if it were now incandescent lava, now underground water.
It re-emerges at times and communicates with you through the language of the soul.
The sacred fire inside yourself and the water of life that rises and shows your true nature and calls you.
You feel to belong to, you feel a visceral call emerge inside yourself to change your skin, indeed to let your Spirit, your true Being, take possession of you and devour you, transforming you and blending with your skin.
It changes everything.
For a long period of time everything stops as you feel its strength running under your skin, in your blood.
Indeed the blood leads you back to your origins and remembers you of who you are.
Everything freezes and seems to stop almost crystallized.
You don’t know it yet you are reborn.
You don’t know why thought destroys reason by creating confusion.
Waiting, trembling, in fear.
A flash rips through your conscience.
A roar that moves the consciousness into a new dimension.
Where creation is free, where joy flows.
It is time to close off, no more illusions, deceptions, fears.
You detach yourself from those clothes left to drip pain for years.
Close your eyes and let the weight of that creation that weighed on ancestors souls dissolve, let the pain go out of the door.
You are ready, ready to love, the skin flows inside you like an infinite snake that moves the new cycle and you know how to love.
You contract and let go, you are ready, ready to create.
And now your shadow looks at the wound trapped elsewhere, right in the light where it bitterly remembered that it couldn’t act or love.
Meeting, sight, love, now it is really love.
Now it is truly reborn and is preparing with its skin to let everything fall apart, while it is still exuding pain it feels its healing flaring up with golden light.
it knows to be in transition and it is not resisting.
The truth runs through the limbs and echoes in the words, understands, blesses, lets go of and roars.
All that the truth does know, it is that it flows like water to the sea.
It knows it is exactly there and it is the time to be.