Soul Poems: The Descent

A poem I wrote about beginning one’s shadow work.

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Imagine yourself on a mountain
that steepens with each step
until it bends back over you

Then walk under your feet
to the ungrowing trees
with cobwebs of string lights
and whiskey dew on their leaves

There is a portrait
a raven on a stone
her feathers dipped in bronze
And a doorway

Fold yourself into the moments 
between the blustering wind
while she cries the beat of the rain

Leave behind your laurels
and set down your knife
There is no turning back now

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My full collection of poems from a year and half of spiritual awakening is available as a book:
Through Swamps and Jungles: Poems from a Spiritual Awakening.

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