Cloudbirth

 

Step down

from the branches

where you have been

beautiful.

It is not

the Tree of Life

as you presumed,

it is only a turn

of color. Step down

from those

who pretend to

know your name,

and step forward

into this unknowing.

Step long

into your willfulness

and grow into your

seed.

You will lose

your given voice in the

dark night of change.

What entered you

will be exhaled

and you will learn

to breathe. Yes,

it is strange, this

aura of undoing.

It slowly dissolves

every wisdom

you have known.

You will not soon

run. You must first

learn to un-be where

your past becomes

not a story but a womb,

not a notion but an eye,

not a clear vision

but a greater Light

as you will see.