Into the fire

August 17, 2020

 

The feeling when I smudge is of coming back to myself.

 

The smoke, rises.

 

It carries away my pain.

 

Takes it back from me.

 

It was not mine to begin with.

 

As I swipe it over my body, it washes me clean again.

 

It restores me to my natural state. A state of well being.

 

It purifies my spirit so I can leave behind the heaviness that tries to hang on me.

 

It returns me to myself.

 

Under it's spell, I become "ME" again.

 

Pure.

 

Whole.

 

Unbroken.

 

Enveloped in it's white swirls, I merge and am one with god and all of creation.

 

My illusion of separateness dissipates with the smoke.

 

I am reminded again of who I am and who I am not.

 

All my relations.

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