I’m stepping out further into my whole truth.
I’m showing you what I am made of, and what you are made of.
Becoming visible to myself, through the mirror.
Connection from the ground up.
Dwelling at home.
Digging where I stand.
Rooting to fruit.
Knowing that the myriad changes and transformations on the outside.
The spinning world of form
Is a reflection of the world inside
That now becomes clearer.
The external things are rearranging themselves
To reflect the true blueprint within
Which is lighting up.
All the dancers coming into constellation within me
The clear light of the masculine.
The deep red earth of the feminine.
For there is an inexhaustible supply of it
All of which is present