The Forever Healer

The floor has welcomed me on many occasions, the weight of my body buckling at the knees. Sometimes due to sadness, and other times all consuming rage. Today it’s because of gratitude.

Vision blurs behind a watery world of some blooming revelation. Rapture erupts from my chest. A web of interconnection finds correspondence in me. Radically exploding in embodied remembrance.

What I remember is contained within this feeling, a fertile womb that softens around the penetrative gaze of earnest seeking. An embryonic birthing that divides in the mind multiplying in ripples creative understanding.

What I understand is the lineage. The all and ever consuming work of the healer who contains the cosmos. Every vibration before her she is filled with, she is her ancestors, she is the all.

She welcomes the weight of the unprocessed world because she has the floor to fall to. The natural world to bleed into. The stars and planets to cry to. Her closest friend is Life itself.

She asks no help of others, both her greatest gift and downfall. Her attunement to natural law and order restricts her from unnecessary expression. A knife’s edge with refined precision, she cuts herself to absorb all pain.

She drinks in sorrow, as she is built for compassion. Drowning in her own suffering. Tethered to the Soul of Understanding, death is her initiation.

She is I and I am her, often forgetting my worth. Working the world of shadows. Merging, rebirthing, dividing. Stripped of a selfhood as I change clothes. Writing words offers a solace reminder of the journey. My place a bead of dew on the web of Life.

My role, the forever healer.

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

—Coldplay