Dropped

I live with the mantle of weights
clinging like a lead coat to my shoulders,
so heavy and cumbersome,
a mass of memories, feelings and darkness
attached like they were made of glue
unto every morning and night.

But in a precious pause of prayer
some quiet search on a meditative path
suddenly all those drags on my soul
are dropped and I stop
trying so hard to stand erect.

Slowly like a leaf I float
on a windswept current of divine breath
taking that gentle glide of effortless descent
into the softness of serenity
as it lies in the shadows
where I thought I could never feel liberty to touch.

Yet in the darkness inside a light burns
touched by a divine match,
and all around me in that valley
I see so clearly where I didn’t see before.

Wave of peace flow in the air
whatever hurt or caused pain feels
for mercifully I am ascending in understanding
by this decline out of the obvious.

No words are needed to veil the experience
it just lives through my soul’s eyes
as a vivid and clear truth
gently becoming a compass of true luminosity.