CLEAN SLATE

Oneness,

dressed up as another,

came knocking at my door.

I invited her in for tea.

Together we sat in silence,

sipping possibilities,

watching the steam dance from our cups,

getting to know each other in

dimensions once unknown,

revealing all the other times our paths had crossed,

smiling at the many costumes we had worn,

finally with empty cups,.

in a ripened stillness,

she said…

gone is fear,

gone is the hero’s journey, along with it’s necessity…

all that is taught no longer exists…

a clean slate,

blissfully blessed by unknowns, yes blessed!

Precious blessings full of radiant flowers

breathing fragrances into hearts full of light

and splashing colors of humor into souls,

illuminating paths free of the myths of sunrise and sunset

and then

we went our separate ways,

knowing that we really had gone nowhere.