The bringer of death
Gently enters your territory.
Not the physical death
As you might expect it,
But the death of your beliefs.
With a smile and a word
He uproots from the center of your being
The illusions that have kept you living.
Not alive, but seemingly existing.
Layers and layers of unresolved
Expectations entwined with fears.
Hearing his voice and his sound
Has shattered into millions of pieces your
Rusty armor, leaving you naked
For the very first time.
A nakedness which does not know
The resonance of shame.
Even though, in that instant,
You feel devastated and lonely,
You stand tall and strong
Held lovingly by the wings of truth.
They are soothing and nurturing.
For the first time you don’t know
Who you are,
Because you are discovering
Your true essence.
In that brief moment of truth
Your eyes meet the sparkle in his,
And true love ignites your freedom.
© 2000 Peter Sanderson