Sacred Scared Girl

 Dark, scared, alone. 

Narrow perspective is… like a dog on a bone.

Dark, scared, alone.

Fear hides in day…. the night comes anyway.

Light fades, shadows make shapes in the hallway.

Shapes her wild mind stirs into a frightening scene.

An unsafe possibility into which she leans.

Dark, scared, alone.

Dark, scared, alone.

Too afraid to slumber,

Until…

the appearance

of something novel, new, unexpected.

Red and blue dots.

Are they really there?

Yes, magical tiny red and blue dots

floating in the black space air.

Fear focus turns to curiosity.

Watching innocently, wondering could this be

she enters a new reality.

They sparkle and swirl, winking at her as if to say,

You are okay.  We are here too.  Look at us.  Let’s play.

Distraction delivers her into sweet sleep.

Sleep that opens her in dream. 

Dreams of water and herons, boats and float planes.

The subconscious mind swims effortlessly in these scenes.

Emotions flow in fluid process and she leans…inward,

deeply inward.

Experiencing herself as innately sac-red,

made of and surrounded by geometric shapes,

she floats in the expression of her divinity,

divinity in disguise by day

revealed on the sharp edge of nighttime’s fear.

Dark, scared, alone transforms into…

dark, sacred, all-one

dark, sacred, all-one

a sacred girl can forget who she is;

a scared girl can remember who she is;

This is the game she came to play.