I fell into a slumber and she appeared.
I knew not who she was or from whence she came.
She stood naked and transparent wings outstretched.
She was foreign to me; trepidation came
I didn’t know who she was, what she was, or why she was here
but she beckoned me
to be a part
heal
re-integrate
the fragmented pieces of me
Embody the trinity
I hear her call
and I see her move
in my waking life
I am listening
I am watching
I am embodying
and I am
Becoming
I have been told the “teachers that call us to our initiatory journeys wear many masks.” I have had many “teachers” in my life. Teachers that have come to break me, to mold me, to grow me, to shape me, awaken me, and unfold me. I sense a Calling…but to what…it has not been fully revealed.
In Order to Be One Must Become 