where the darkness has not yet dissipated,
and the light is still far away-
unpleasant thoughts, feelings, sensations
clouding the moment and passage
to freedom on the other side?
Give me a pass, a spiritual bypass
to get the hell out of here quickly.
It’s not safe; there is nothing to see.
What if I stayed awhile, ripped
up the plane ticket and just noticed
the bags half packed, the warm clothes
of compassion, patience and trust
still hanging in the closet,
the gentle invitation to be with what’s here
one minute, one hour, one day at a time?
Could I be carried slowly by an invisible
benevolence to the other side?
The dawn is breaking, a light shining through.
Is it truly morning, a heart awakening,
reaching the other side?
Does it really matter?
Deep bows to the in between place
for supporting this inquiry, this journey
that’s not as linear as I once thought,
but a meditative spiraling into the unknown
for purification over perfection,
for freedom instead of false promises,
for something that can’t be seen
but is deeply felt till it’s ready
for the sacred unveiling.