Ever in awe of Agony and the answers She brings as I wake In the mist of the mourning that I once wandered in.

Wading in the womb of Wisdom warms me from within as I realize redemption; just as a voice arises from misery like a muse moving through me; amid my manic mind, whispering..

“What if purgatory is a place in the middle of misery.. in the center of a state of suffering.

Or..

Perhaps it’s a portal in the middle of a broken open, hollowed out heart..”

“Learn to sustain the pain; for holding it is holy.”

Awakening in the mourning to ascended understanding comes from learning the cyclical ceremony where shadows weaves with spirit singing..

“Suffering sanctifies.”

So, I dance to the tune of Truth in the divine darkness till dawn arises once again.

Divine darkness is the void stares auspiciously back at me. It is She who bellows over my heart making it harder to breathe in the thick of the magnolia scented melancholy that in gulfs me. I gasp and claw at my own throat in attempts to breathe deeply, to be set free. I grow dizzy with disbelief.. What’s blacker than the darkness of the night? Disbelief.

Theres a trillions nightingales twirling all around me as i drift between dimensions. Betwixt amidst the blissful black, beauty of the abyss; this is where divinity dwells. I surrender.

Suddenly in a moment of ease and acceptance, the shining light of splendor broke through offering flashes of prismatically vivid visions; invoking light into the darkness of my deepest perceived miseries. Suffering shifts into sighting; igniting into a celestial omnipresence all around me, that exudes a divine essence and heals my heart whole. Belief ensues. I breath in the blessings of my strife..

I twill with the birds; believing. Twirling into lifetimes running parallel to the present. Visions are vast in the depths of my shadow as She dances on the horizon of my heart. Gathering glimpse of the sapphire celestial sphere of surrender.

Dream-dust settles as I sit in the sky humming with the night birds, sewing seams in the holes of my heart by weaving together lessons I’ve learned through lifetimes. Listening to secrets that Spirit shares, my Soul trembles in revelation of the realization that the breeze of believing carried me here into sky of silence and surrender. I journey into the abyss of my own heart; finding the source of infinite answers and true transformation. And I understand everything is essential. Everything is sacred. I breath in the blessings of this life.