Always

She said there is always room to grow.  So find the fertile ground.

Perseverance, she said, is not a quality of the faint of heart.

War God

She told me that a part of me was waiting on the other side.  But to meet her, I must go further, deeper.  I would need to become braver.  Engage the power of the Will.  Battle to find my own Spiritual Warrior.

She said that throughout the quest, there would be harsh lessons of letting go.  Spiritual turning points of no return.  And losses that in the moment might not seem worth the climb.

She said pretty words would no longer do.  Inscriptions of inspiration would be irrelevant to me now, unless they emerged from my own heart.  Engineered by light, emanating from encounters with strangers and experiences I could yet believe possible.

I moved close enough to touch her.  I shivered, as though a cosmic ripple had touched me and tuned me.  I was radiant and persuaded.  The wanderlust of the gypsy rose in me.

And I went off into the night.  Seeking to find the Warrior.  In my dreams so that I might be awakened.

Be

She said she could see me across the room.  Glowing in an aetheral kind of way.   Laughing, my shoulders relaxed and heart forward.  Radiating out and inviting the world in.  She said this is the way I was meant to live.