Crumbling

I am crumbling

So let me crumble.

That which I was

trying to be was

never going to be enough.

I have stepped into the

fire and I am

at the well

asking for just one

drink

of water.

I have walked to the tree as many times

as I can handle

blowing my whistle.

Eagle cry--

I spread my eagle arms

to the Great Mystery

and I ask to take

one drink.

One rest.

One step.

I know that what I need now

is rest.

I know that I push myself too hard

in the wrong directions.

I am done with the pushing.

I am finished

belaboring the point.

I stand at your sacred feet

and let your waterfall love

wash over my face.

I cup my hands under your

sacred spring

and let the fresh life-giving

liquid spill onto me.

I Surrender.

I Surrender.

I Surrender.

Say it three times and

it might become true

A magic spell.

I am already enough,

Dear Spirit,

Let my sacred compassion

fill my cup now.

Let me, Great mystery,

recognize the parts of me that

are you,

that are enough,

Let my Self well up

with an eternal spring

of joy and love

Free from self-recrimination.

Let me see that I am.

That I am.

That I am.

I am you.

Let me see the truth of who I am.

Let me be washed free

and the anchor let loose,

falling down to the 

bottomless depths.

Let me lift up to join you,

sacred union.

Let me be free of fear

and free of the parts of me

that hold on too tightly.

Let me trust love now.  

9/19/14