So long ago, you arrived blazing in light
with templates of your brilliance in hand.
Your sweet soul bathed in others’ expectations and preconceptions.
Your story unfolds as you catapult through life amid dangers, obstructions,
opportunities, choices, connections, and fate, even destiny.

Falling apart, coming together
Breaking in two, healing and piecing together all the disparate fragments
of a self, that is driven to remember her innate truth, his fundamental
essence. Oh where is that template now?
Where is the path that leads to your radiance? Is it in the chest inside your
secret heart, buried in the jewel there? Under your many broken hearts?

Land in your light body, your joy body.
Bring all your selves to the earth alter.
Allow your magicians skill to direct your deepest listening, your bone knowing.
Your fierce warrior dances on the grave clothes you have thrown off.
Remember dear co-heart, the face you wore before you were born.
Did you not agree to all of this?

Ah the forgetting…the remembering,
the gathering of your holy broken chards.
Bring them with exquisite lovingness.
Bring them to the Sovereign within, the fair and compassionate witness
who rejoices in your ability to awake and reclaim your gifts.
Let yourself recall, that you have always been in conspiracy with the
author of this passion play.

Your heart overflows with brain cells, so choose now!
Your lover will always lead you home.

-Concetta Antonelli