Audacity

You said that I’m not the center of the Universe

You told me not to think so highly of myself

You told me not to trust the voices that challenge the known

You told me to open myself to receive the freedom of God’s truth

And yet, upon discovering pain in my opening, you told me not to be so sensitive.

I believed you

I censored my knowing

I contorting into a palatable presentation

I silence the inner burning and nearly blew out the candle of my soul with the winds of intellect.

Suppressed, and thus channeled through my shadow, the flame’s projection wreaked havoc on my relationships and all endeavors I put my holy hands to.

For the fire burning within me, however small and inconsequential I intended its touch to be, seared its transformational rage into each exchange with those I hold dear.

Til at last

I be still

Am I not the center of all that is Known?

I look above, vision soaring through clouds of cosmic dust

Piercing the edge of all Verse to find the void of the Infinite

I look below, cascading through underworlds to the very core of existence

And again, the birthing womb of Chaos stands as a limitless chasm

Between the Infinite Void and the Neverending Chasm, my voice but echoes the prayer of creation through the darkness.

This image of God that you say I am, no longer bows to the gods of limitation and fear.

No longer does my soul sit in silence, transfixed on the risk of upsetting the infinite circle of above and below.

For as I look out in every direction

I see chaos

I see nothing

I see everything

I see the ever-morphing path that spirals

There is no refuge outside of myself

Thus, the only refuge is everywhere that I Am.