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The road to wide open


















I didn’t take the road to skinny living, in a hard shell.
To preaching love, without living it.
Instead, I took the road to wide open,
to no limits to where spirit could be.

In the air, in every different country, in love-making, in mint and basil growing in the garden. In the leaving and the staying. In the paradox, and the whole. In multiple people’s eyes. In the joy of expression (punk, saint alike.)

Endless, limitless. Beyond rules. So filled with truth that it is not even called truth. It is not tied down, or written in small black words by men in a sacred book – any of them – written two thousand years ago. Not even limited to goddess, though she is more appealing, with her fierce body, and soft, open soul.

I did not take the road there, because my heart told me to unravel.
She said, if you do not unravel – you will die.

If you do not parse apart the calcified stories – you will wither.

And you were meant to shine devastatingly brightly.

It is important to take many paths. If you stick to one path, you will surely grow concrete in your boots. And it might spread to your heart.

For god’s sake, at least take a few side-winding detours.

Do not stand still too long in one place. Or let the creeping vines wrap around your calves. Don’t let the moss grow on your body. All this is beautiful on trees, but not you.

You are organic and ever-changing. Unconditionally beloved. Held infinitely. Star dust, atoms. Knit together.

Take off your boots, spread your toes. Hold your wool socks dripping with dew and dry them off in the sunshine.


It’s time to go for a hike.

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  1. GailSeptember 10, 2016 at 10:31 AM

    I'm not sure of the protocol for leaving a comment on a blog, Leah. I had time this morning to read your work and find exactly what I needed; to be reminded in such deep and loving prose, that what I am feeling right now is ok...that I am ok... You have sharp insight...a wise soul. Thank you!

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    1. LeahSeptember 10, 2016 at 6:47 PM

      Thanks for reading Gail. I'm so glad you felt that - lovely!

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