Inner journey

Through my window comes this voice,
Filling my bedroom with aliveness.
No more fooled by the same old song
That kept me in a dormant state for so long.

Under the earth lies this strength,
Powerful rhythms played by my ancestors
To awaken the powers that long ago were
Considered as illegitimate as taboo as dishonourable.

Between those lines of predefined happiness,
You seem to be lost in the swinging dance of acceptance.
Not being able to kiss this presence,
Feeding your past pain and choosing survival as state of mind.

Inside of our resistance to what is, grow,
Patterns of distorted reflections of ourselves.
Disconnected from the source because of
A systematic need to show, instead of being.

Freedom from permanent self-inflicted suffering,
Acceptance of the spiritual gifts,
Inheritance of the hope that came through the ages via your bloodline,
Knowing that lies deep inside.