No Guile No Guard

No guile and no guard. Like a spiderweb, I tear in the wind. The simple act of breathing so laboured and strained. Pain and heaviness, the two friends that remained. How to find lightness of spirit when a simple breath is so hard? Like a beetle under a rock, finding solace and safety in my home. I hope the giant won’t come by, and overturn this stone. A shell covered crab scurrying away from the foot, I dig deeper in the sand. Trying to gather my strength to deal with life, and withstand. The chaos, scattered in pieces all around my head. I close my eyes, and sense into the pure version of me in the distance. I make the endless travel into the absolute. Yet realize it’s not there, but here in my presence. Moving beyond breath, a deepening. Merging with the transparency of love in flow. This IS the breath. The great inhale and exhale of life. Creation and destruction. The essence of my soul.