I have reached a stage where no talking, no books, no advice, no information is doing anything for me anymore. Any input is confusing me and shaking my balance - it threatens to throw me into the abyss.
I am alone
Alone in me I will find the answer
It's a habit running to people or things to appease my doubts and anxieties. And there is a sigh of relief when I turn towards my inner sanctum - and stay still. But to do that, completely, is a mammoth task. I don't know why. I panic about letting go of this worldly habit.
I am almost in terror about letting go of this shore and to give myself over to the water that takes me to the other side.
I am indeed in a process.
May I sense the extended hand of the Light
and not fall into the traps of the Black Hole
This is my fundamental aloneness.
No one but me knows
I am clinging on but soon must let go.......
|The Hanged Mother with Babe|