Manifesto of Truths Remembering

I dance now to the song I hear in between times constraints, a place of twilight-of the birth of new beginnings. There is no stillness in this place no chains that can bind it, there is only flow through us; it is vibrant but dulled in this realm so I let the ripples guide me and let pen find home to hearts across all places and all times, listen to this song, for it is not just mine.

I want to go to a place I can be home. I want to put all the shadowed realm and its inhabitants behind me leaving the door cracked for any that see the light and choose to follow it through the shadows. I want to clear a path ahead, find it, for my children's sake. If I stay here if I don't keep writing I rob them of their best chance to truly be alive and no matter what it costs me emotionally, I must integrate it and walk with it for staying here I'd go crazy lashing out violently not necessarily physical but you know as well as I do, that is the likely outcome for one who is remaining in prison for shadow reasons and knowing their shadows without the courage to walk with them. I want to go and truly live my life not just for myself but for everyone, I want to be the beacon I've become naturally. I want to find real connection not by searching but by being. I want to participate in the dance of life to learn to fish to hunt to live, to learn the language that feels like home by being there and feeling it, in Iceland, to do all these things and more in presence in being, partake in presence the dance that is life. I move with the river and it carries me home.