Flight to the Light

Transmutation calls not for a cloak to hide distress nor an icy barrier to protect. 

Not even splendid hermit-like isolation to guard against all blows verbal, physical or emotional.  

But that alchemy of the spirit that burns the dross off and polishes the mirror of the heart. 

Creating that cleansed pure channel to allow the divine confirmations to flow through. 

Cleaning this poor backwater of all regrets, expectations or disappointment. Focusing all one’s rays of hope on the spirit of Faith. No defence of the heart but open to love allowing that magical transmutation into a worthier me. 

Fingernails gripping each painful centimetre upwards. Aware of the ego drop but clenching the rope of security in my fist. 

Closeness requires sacrifice and my eyes must be on this journey of discovery and my heart filled with kindness for all I meet on the way. 

Understanding that like the butterfly, a rotten cocoon must be broken free to enable flight to the light.

Hyacinths of certitude or worthless weeds?

I don’t know when you began to believe such awful things about yourself. 

What seeds were planted that germinated such crippling weeds to strangle the fair crop that is the real you?

Did malicious tongues bury into your warm soil? 

Eating up the nourishment that is your birthright. 

Or did careless passersby chuck their useless debris into your field to make their own mucky paddock look fair? 

I do not know, I am too far away from you to discern the truth.

These days noxious fumes from polluters seep unbidden between the carefully planted fruiting trees. 

Smothering the wondrous alchemy of life that takes old rancid gasps and pure sunlight to make sweet oxygen filled breaths.

When hope drains away, life’s load becomes unbearable. 

We cannot allow the water of life to be channelled out of our reach. 

Our very being depends on its cleansing purity.

Be sure of this, you are better and worth more than you can possibly imagine! 

Just the thought of you brings a spring to my step and a deep well of contentment to my heart.  

In these days of infestations, storms, floods and droughts you remind me of a hyacinth sprung up beside a heavenly stream. 

Growing in the orchard of true knowledge and refreshed by vitalising breezes. 

May you be kept eternally verdant, fresh and flourishing from the outpouring of clouds from above.

Know your worth, attain your capacity. 

I am ever grateful for your unique flowering head that ever chooses to follow the light.