I asked to find the missing piece of me,
I discovered I was all there.
I insisted this was something I could only do alone,
I met many companions along the way.
I was drawn to go deeper and deeper into the earth,
it was there that I struck the spark of my beginning.
I wanted to be free from all my demons,
I was honoured to meet them for myself.
I ached to speak with him again,
I was granted liberation from this desire.
I requested permission to cry never-ending tears,
I cried new tears which started and stopped.
I needed desperately to be understood,
I was offered an understanding of myself.
I hated the ruin in my body,
I found there was no ruin, that I was always whole.
I searched for what was needed to fix me,
I was given the thread to return home.
I thought I could not survive here in the outside world,
I realised that
the truth fits anywhere.
So now I ask…
What are your bones made of?
What is it that is hurting you?
What is inside this stone you give me?