Awareness

The knot in my stomach tells me
that I am not ready yet
to hear the chime's delicate ring.
I haven’t been touched this way 
in a while.
Could you run your hands down my back
again?

I feel the energy rise,
so I tighten my grip.
I hold onto you tightly,
so time would stand still.
I don’t know where we’re going,
but it’s not anywhere we’ve been.

And I know I can’t capture time,
try as I might.
Whatever I feel is only a reflection
of my state of mind.
I can come back to this moment
whenever I close my eyes.
I am ready to let go now.
Unveil the barricades. 

You decide your next move.
I am truly free. 
Tears don’t scare me.
My heart is full.
When I dance with sadness
I celebrate you.
I know I would never feel so deeply
had I not been held by love.

So go, my friend;
whenever conscience calls,
you follow its lead.
It's the auto-pilot responses that
are the most frightening.

As one moment bleeds into the next
I gather up the threads.
These silver linings are as heavy
as they are bright.
I thank mother Awareness for all
that she has done
and then I hear her whisper:
“You’re not the only one.”

I am not the only one. I am only: one.