Layers

The waves of consciousness

Are like rings inside a tree

There are layers

Like taking the skin off of an onion

I am able to wake up

To the release of the pungent smell

One layer at a time

I am a sensitive

It is not safe for me to go too quickly

Or too deep

But my eagerness

And my tendency to be thorough

Often leads me to calamity

It is in this calamity, however

That I meet serenity

I use my program

To find awareness and to allow

The doors of my consciousness

To flower

It is not about being strong

It is about being resilient

It is being born to bend

Instead of break

Under the pressures of the world

It is in this elasticity

That I can embrace my serenity

I am not the wisest person

But I know my layers

I can even know them

Without opening and revealing

The deeper places

That rarely see light

In surrender

With music and meditation

With sunshine and in the

Floating in water

The gentle resistance

And splashing of negative ions

I can find myself

I can soothe my acquired pain

Of years of absorbing and feeling

That which is not entirely mine

I have felt immense responsibility

For others and their suffering

Now, as life deals me a difficult hand

I allow myself to feel

To soak into my deeper consciousness

And to use the current struggle

As a conduit, as an electrical pulse

In order to resurface my calling

And my true identity

In this knowing of myself

I become saturated in love

Love for life and death and all that is in between

My awareness but a flash in the pan

Of the Universe’s menu

I am a part of it and it is a part of me

Because I know this

In my sensitivity

In the layers of my pain

Where the physical and emotional collide

I can still find love

I am able to bring this into my deep being

I love you

You are precious and known

You are not alone

We are here together for a reason

We are a forest filled with trillions of rings

Billions of lessons

Waiting to unfold like a field of spring flowers

And the rain, she nourishes us

We soak her in both on our green branches

And through our roots buried deep

We have the company of the forest

All her creatures

All of us made of the same love, pain, and struggle

Connected in a spiral design

It unfurls with time, with patience

It is grief, sadness, joy, and pleasure

It is everything, all of us

Big and small, able and disabled

As I meditate, I channel the light

And I meet you there

Among the layers