Transformation is

Spelunking into the soul,

Cliff-diving the inner depths, like

Standing in thin air

And stepping off.

Transformation travels with the knowledge of fear.

(Bring with you laughter, and pack determination.)

Transformation is us doing our work,

Except it’s not really work, simply

A passage.

Like the French, passage,

When a horse dances in the union of

Spirit and Earth,

At once anchored,

And lifting.

I, too, find myself in transit

From mind to heart,

From body to soul.

There is no road map to New Earth.

Just shut your eyes

And flow.

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