Clearing

Searching and open,
And I found hard.
A wall. Doors were closing.
With no regard.
Dissonance loud.
Screaming in my ears.
Can’t look it head on
Through all my fears.
My intuition. My knowing.
Thought I’d welcomed open armed.
But I must have blocked it,
Foreboding harm.
Pushed it down so deep inside,
From even a seeking mind to hide.
I only sensed a specter there…
And, it vanished, as if into air.
But I felt it. I know it. My knowing is there.

Though, if it can hide,
So well shrouded away,
Or I can obscure it,
Ego having its way,
What does that mean
For my understanding of truth?
Where is my compass
If I’m on the roof?
Downside is up
And upside is down.
I feel like I’m sinking.
I think I might drown.
What is friend and what is foe?
Is it ever possible to know?
And what about that, right and wrong?
If built on values and systems that were warped all along?
Am I weak or am I strong?
Will I ever sing my song?
Clearing, clearing, let it go.
Heal me, fill me, embrace my flow.