Awaken

Or... it is a new beginning. Not an end.

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“The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door. If you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.” Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes

You didn't come here to be small,
You didn't descend to this world
To hide in the ridiculous

Theater of the insignificant, in the depths
Of a meek and timid life,
In the deep silence

Of your strength, intimidated
By earthly fears.
Your essence is valiant,

It came from the stars, from the most skilled
Places of infinite cosmos,
Carrying celestial gifts

Into this limited world
That wasn't ready for your splendor,
For your unknown fire.

This lesser world,
Made of small ambitions,
Has extinguished your intensity

With its lessons
Of mediocrity, with the art
Of its restrictions.

It taught you to stay apart,
Not to shine too brightly,
Not to show your divine

Part, not to rise
From the ashes of smallness
Like a phoenix, not to carry

The light of the miracle
You are. But your dreams,
Though beaten by the bitter

Chicory of earthly
Needs, have not died:
They still pulse, they rage

Against these wrongs,
They cry from the depths
Of your heart, from the strongest

Recesses of eternal
Identity that dwells in you,
Of your divinity

That still awaits
The moment of awakening,
Waiting for its hour.

Each day is more like
The sound of a trumpet
That calls to trial

The warrior who clears
The road toward the true
Self, who from the tombs

Of the blackest false self
Rises, like Lazarus
Called by the mystery

Of the voice that calls him
From the sleep of death
To the life that desires him.

You were born in this court
Of the old world, but are alive
In the strongest moment

Of history: the arrival
Of the great choice point
Where everyone, evil

Or good, turns
Toward their road:
Who bends and listens

To fears, and tends
Only to the security
Of smallness, who shaves

Their own beauty
Not to disturb the sleep
Of the world, and who squeezes

Into chains that don't give
Peace but only illusion
Of small forgiveness.

But there is another vision,
A higher path
For those who have courage

To make the quantum
Leap, to take flight
Toward the high assault

Against the small role
The world has given them,
Against the unworthy soil

Where has been crushed
The giant you are,
Where has been humiliated

The sovereign who, in
Heaven had a throne.
The crown you wore

Before this earthly
Gift of birth
That made you good

Only in appearance, that prevents
The eagle from flying,
The lion that roars

From making resound
Its voice in the kingdom
That is his by right of the starry

Sea, by commitment
Made in the heavens
Before your human

Design. The most beautiful
Constellations sing
Your name, those

Galaxies that interweave
In cosmos know
Who you are, and mirror themselves

In the divine
Plan that saw you
Born, sovereign

Of your inner
Guides, lord
Of your chrysalises

That now, in the new
Warmth of this time,
Open to their zeal.

This is the moment
To choose: remain
In the small lament

Of fear, or raise
Your wings and take flight
Toward your true altar,

Leaving the false role
Of the world that sets,
It's deceptive soil,

For the celestial count
Of your true brothers,
For the homeland that rises

Toward the most beautiful heavens,
Where your true name
Resounds like those

Ancient ones, where like
Stars, you find again the place
That belongs to you in the astral

Home, in your
Kingdom of pure light,
Where the old world

Cannot reach, where endures
Eternal your glory,
Your divine nature

That writes the new
Story of the world that comes,
That sings victory

Over ancient chains,
That raises the banner
Of serene souls

Who have found the castle
Of their truth,
The sacred seal

Of their holy
Identity, the passport
To immortality.