You know who you are.
Your blood, sweat and tears felt across parallel universes.
Generations past hear your voice,
They feel your pain, revel in your glory.
You tread slowly in darkness,
Yearning to be drenched in understanding.
For your plight goes unnoticed at times by both friend and foe.
Your wound divides you between realities.
The unknown takes hold of you.
With every breath you take,
You struggle to know yourself, to know the path.
What is hidden can only be revealed in stillness.
And what is revealed will heal you and those tears of your ancestors.
Rise gently dear soul.
Your inner work bound by holiness.
An untethered spirit carried in the womb of the Divine.
Chosen for this important mission.
Your rewards will be many.
You, yes you.