Monday, October 25, 2010

Outed

It is over
No more more looking over one's shoulder to see who might be watching and who not
Who might be saying or thinking what
No more holding breath
No more keeping small
Just deliberate, discerning, distinct revealing with conviction
Grounded in that inner being and knowing that what has been birthed cannot be undone again.
And yet... fearing that it might...
Tracking when and where the letting out and living into the world is being stopped, pushed down, held in, tightened, reversed.
Spontaneously following intuition, insight from another time and place.
And hoping that my new knowing will be enough
My new knowing that who I vigilantly look over my shoulder for ...is me.

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