A Glimmering Threshold
by Rebecca Noelle
In the glimmer of what might be, I am comfortable in love. I have stopped searching for ways out and reasons to leave. I no longer worry that what I am is not enough. I feel the sacred beginning of everything in my bones.
In the glimmer of what might be, you cannot scare me with judgement, anger, abandonment. I feel your soul, I meet your spirit, but I am content within myself. Falling, spinning, locking terror washes right through, leaving nothing in me but an open heart.
I cross the threshold of aliveness only when I am vulnerable. In honesty, in creativity, in perseverance and in love, I live. I see the world as wondrous, I give my precious heart away, I laugh and open and I care.
The spirit in me wants to unfold in never ending spirals of color. The human is not so brave.
Frozen in fear and old ways of thinking, I begin to lose the immensity of living. My small, hard anger lashes at the ones in the world who have chosen to love me. I keep love at a comfortable distance until I create a world without it.
In the threshold of aliveness, I trust that I am worth loving.
In the threshold of the face, I see my own life and yours. I see the weight of being human. I am most afraid of what lies behind words and faces-feelings, thoughts, fantasies, lies. I fear the hidden darkness of your inner world. I fear it is as dark as mine.
In the threshold of imagination, you are my sweet best friend. I do not fear your darkness or your love. We push and pull, we play in the sun, and I never doubt the gift of your heart. Sadness, mistrust and wasted moments won't darken our world and nothing but kindness will come between us.
In the threshold of imagination, old injuries whiz off into the bright sun, and things I thought were set in stone become an exhalation. Cells regenerate, beliefs open up, the world I built upon fear is a passing memory. In the threshold of my imagination, there is nothing left to do but love.
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