Reflections

The silence in the dark,

she speaks

to my soul,

of stars and of moons

and of course

the abyss.

We talk about reflections,

Ironies,

And I tell her again

that even after all I’ve learned

I still don’t know who I am,

but i’m figuring it out.

She just laughs,

then frowns,

then sings.

I know its hard

to truly understand

something so simple

but, you haven’t been learning

you’ve been

remembering.

You’re letting go

of blankets you’ve outgrown

We always hold on

so scared of the unknown

when deep down, you know,

it’s all there is.

You’re letting go of “who you are”

and remembering

what we have always been,

nothing,

everything.

Come with me

and I’ll show you

you have nothing to be ashamed of.

There is nothing to figure out

Only energy to feel, truths and mysteries to stumble upon

You are already free.

You’ve let enough go

Fly with me.