Torn

To leave is but to begin the adventure of a lifetime

But oh to stay, to ravish in the present of infinite intimacy

To be torn between leaving a legacy or being wrapped in

heaven's serendipity

The things you leave behind; what you let go of..

what no longer has its grip on you; what you're free of..

Torn.

Between the life I once thought I knew, and the life I'm stepping into.

I've been here before.. I thought I knew..

what would be on the other side, and coming back within to reside..

like a toss of the ocean waters

or a revolving door..

always in, always out;

never stagnant.

Always moving. Always breathing. Always shifting. Always changing.

Pace: isn't a race..

calm as the earth floating in space...

Quiet.

But never dull.

Moving, but never too rough of a pull.

Breaking. Aching. Reshaping.

Growing. Embracing. Remaking.

Coming to a space where there is nothing left to embrace

nothing left,

but to show face.

Stepping out to receive my victory for finishing my race..

and praise be, with inside of me, a still voice, guiding me

realigning me

designing me.

In all my life you never have left me, as far from blood I wonder,

into new spaces, crevices, letting go of aces

only to be given a Royal Flush; kept my Spade Ace.

Everything I climbed my way through, embedded its mark..

as I braved through, scars, dents, burns and cuts made it too.

But YOU

held my hand as I made it through.

Never left my side, always by my side.

Even as I make this journey, I let go... of all I know..and open arms wide;

with each and every stride.

I abide.

Torn.

Desire. Fire. Anger. Passion. Fuel. Loss. Hurt. Pain.

In a new realm...

things don't weigh so heavy..but burden still lingers.

Peace is a choice...I often run right passed.

I come back around, and stay awhile.

Responsibility knocking. Legendary calling. Emotions crawling.

Noise creeping in through the ceiling.

Peace is a choice.

I hear it in the heart beat pulsing in my chest.

Breathe. Separate. Activate.

Elevation. Revelation. Expectation. Renovation.

Life is a celebration, like a gift under the Christmas tree, waiting,

For YOU.

To wake up, to show up, to pick it up, to open it

and unravel the hidden mystery of what lays beyond the unseen.

Life is waiting for you.

Your gift is all that matters.

Forget the pain and the misery; relinquish the serendipity and realize...

IT IS what YOU MAKE IT.

It is a choice you have to be able to take it, pick it up, and make it into exactly what you want it to be.

A gift.

The mind is what you feed it, the heart keeps what you hold dear, the body is how you treat it and the soul is what you choose to do with it.

Choice.

No longer Torn because it's not about options, but making what you create.

Life is not a passive experience.

Choices need to be made.

Existing is where you are Torn...

And when you finally get up and make the choice to get up, you get to make another conscious CHOICE about how you move your body next, about what thoughts you think next, about how you love next, etc.

Don't just let things come to you, make your life how you want it to be and then when things come to you, they all have a place in your life that you chose to create by CHOICE.

Peace is a choice.

Abundance is a choice.

Love