The highest point,
The highest place I meet myself.
Spirit calls me, leads me, guides me
To climb my Everest, my Kilimanjaro.
Each day begins with an invitation to get to my peak.
I hoist my 100 lb knapsack of past hurts and pains,worries and regrets upon my back.
I stumble.
I get stuck.
I cannot breath - my conditioning too poor.
Each laboured step calls me
To clear, to notice, to declare, to leave behind,
To complete on triggers that no longer serve me
To release endless excuses - no time, no money, no energy
To create, to generate and to live this life -fully.
I start the climb to the Summit with many-
I am the only one who can make it to my peak.
I am scared.
I am present to this sacred journey.
I open myself to meet my deepest self the higher I climb
I listen to the you that was me,
I listen to the you that is me
I listen to the you and me that will be
I listen to you and us differently now
I listen
I speak to my present differently too
I speak in a language of possibilities
I speak in a language of creation
I speak in a language of expansion
I speakto be wholeto be complete
to release
to let go
to be
"Doing Our Spiritual Jobs Towards Our Destiny"
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