Transcending Hurt

We cannot heal what we cannot see

We cannot be who we are

With all the shoulds and have to’s

Weighing heavily upon our shoulders

Pressing every ounce of uniqueness from us

Our minds chatter

Jumping in uninvited

The hot air of defensiveness swelling up from the abyss

Puffing us up

Like a thin balloon that in time explodes under pressure

As we toil to prove our worth and value

Oh, how the painful, destructive stories we whisper

False narratives we spin

Over and over and over again

Locking us away from our brilliance

The vase is not the vase without the emptiness it holds

One dependent on the other

Forming a temporary shelter for the eternal mystery

That carries us through life’s nuances

Life to form

Form to experience

Experience to wisdom

Within the space of the vase

There is no echo, no voice, no story

Only stillness

Molding us into our own brand of genius

Doing nothing so everything can

In time

Be done.

Even the pain.