Mission, on through.
A nostalgic presence holds me now.
Another cycle completed.
Layered amongst many.
I wish I could see the coming.
It's beginning, the time to manifest,
My spirit in the physical form- expressed.
I know I am me.
And I do and I choose.
But bring me to where I can offer myself.
And all the tranquil manifestations of my soul.
I wish to step into my offering.
And recognize all without fear,
of becoming them. Without the need,
Of becoming them.
Just to be what I am to be.
*Carry me to peace.