Journey of the Soul Embodied

A year and a half ago,
  I walked out of my house,
  last box in hand,
  and gave the key
  to the new inhabitants.

In the year leading up
  to that moment,
  I had rid my self
  of most all my possessions,
  and now fit all I owned
  into a small room.

In the two years prior to that,
  I engaged in an intensive practice of
  'clearing and cleansing',
  sitting in silence,
  listening for the voice
  of wisdom inside my self,
  witnessing as, one by one,
  the stories I had crafted
  about my life
  presented themselves
  for examination
  from a new perspective,
  a perspective I didn't yet understand,
  but one nonetheless that would
  ultimately free me from
  the myths that kept my spirit
  imprisoned and earth-bound.

I watched as those myths
  were dissolved, sometimes
  with fire, sometimes in a flash,
  sometimes in a hush...
  but always,
  with a gentle compassion and love
  for my person and my soul embodied.

It felt as if I had been scrubbed from
  the inside out.
  I sensed what it was like
  to live free from my old stories,
  and saw how the space cleared
  in my heart enlivened
  the creation of new stories
  of love and compassion,
  possibilities and purpose.

The cleansing and clearing
  is not over.
  I sense it is a lifetime
  endeavor,
  daily practice
  punctuated by mountaintop journeys,
  moments of clarity and epiphany
  emerging from a seeming morass of confusion...

But always,
  a journey of the soul embodied
  to experience, to learn, to heal,
  to find beauty in one self
  and to offer that beauty back
  to life.