though your spirit be weary, begin again

How long has it been, this feeling?
Of being invisible, incapacitated,
Struggling to find your place in a world not of your design?

Though your spirit be weary,
Begin again.

Your deepest desires have not been obliterated
They simply wait patiently where you left them for safekeeping
And circumnavigated their resting places,
Your gifts are still yours to give!
Expanded in radiance and ripening in song

The old is behind you now,
Begin again.

Yes, you are weary of the journey
And have questioned your every step
Yes, you have seen through the illusion
And wondered what you could possibly have been thinking
You have resisted Love time and again,
Fallen under the hypnotic state, somnambulant
Marched willingly under the starched banner of consensual reality
And perhaps while none were watching,
Slipped away into your cocoon of becoming

The chrysalis has served you well:
Begin again.

Begin again as a child taking a first hesitant step
Begin again with wonderment and unflinching resolve
Begin anew even as you have begun anew for eons of existence
Gather up the fragmentary procession of all that has come before this now
Scatter your outworn bits and pieces as rose petals line the wedding walk

Then with hope in your heart
and the promise of all that you know to be yours:
Begin again.

Not one utterance has been in vain
Not one breath wasted
Not one kiss for naught
Each and every beat of your shattered heart
Has echoed a timeless rhythm of knowing,
A singular sounding of metronomic metanoia
The lilting of flutes beckons as you wrap yourself in the sheen of a constant forever

Wait not one moment more:
Begin again.

Begin without ending
Begin with a steadfast determination that has lived within you
Since before time began
Begin with the anticipation of a gloriously incomprehensible outcome
With a willingness to be utterly enchanted, exponentially delighted
Begin with the unmistakable scent of river-washed stone
Sun-baked canyon walls
And the aroma of arrival.

Begin with arms outstretched in preparation for the reaping
With feet and wings in perfect celestial synch
With your head and heart embraced in undeniable union
In rapturous intervention!
Begin with a hint of trepidation
Feel the flutterings of constriction unbound
And realign with the star-kissed illumination of the essential You

Speak no more of crucifixion
Of burnings for truth spoken and obeyed
Of presence offered without reply
Goodness meted out in scant rationing
Not one moment has been for naught!

Be filled with courage
With adamant joy
With effervescence without end
The old is forsaken
The new is yours now

Begin again.

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