indifferent to unplanned pathways destiny knows not enslaving bounds pathways crisscross at befallen crossroads knowing all roads lead to all roads
restlessly searching through the ache writhing within, the voice of my soul speaks crystalline through the hidden portal of my heart
beckoning the wounded healer within be at home in the silent darkness of suffering to perceive the gems of awakening light;
embrace the lessons where the wounding leads us to bring forth a healing reincarnation, intimately feeling the collective pulse of humanity echo a wholeness in a deeper level our being
the only spark to rekindle a flame blown out a soul’s assent to the labyrinth through the wound
note: snippets from a conscious ramble; a shameless attempt at understanding a potentially higher conscious self written to advocate for, to support all wounded healers that often experience the potential gifts of a wounded heart
if this is "too deep" i'll just keep trying to find my way through the dark maze on my own