INSIDE

(I)nquiry…

(N)ature's…

(S)upposition…

(I)ndelible…

(D)esign…

(E)ndures…

INSIDE out what’s the question, when life seems so contradictory?

Taking everything at face value, or digging a little deeper?

Look to the supposed experts, or doing your own research?

When studies counter one another, who are we to believe?

Uncertainty seems the only reality, fearful to take step out.

The greatest frontier out there, but everyone is splitting hairs.

More about doctrine than heart, where caring takes back seat.

Get off the gravy train, or out from under bed.

Into your head do gravitate, then down to solar plexus.

Slowly draw in deep breath, letting entire Universe in.

See the light within it, travelling to every single cell.

With just the slightest pause, switch the inner track.

Loaded into heavy-duty cars, the garbage of many lifetimes.

With focused exhale push out, intent of never seeing again.

The pain associated with felt, why stayed trapped so long.

Initial reaction old default pattern, to hold breath deny process.

Remember you commitment to change, keep on going push harder.

It’s not an easy journey, whoever said it was liar.

The pain does surely pass, unless decide to “milk” it.

Play “woe is me” victim, sprinkled with blame and guilt.

Now entered realm of suffering, didn’t have to go there.

Can dwell until curtain call, or decide to turn around.

Ask your self that question, truly desiring to be well?

Willing to do what takes, go back to another inhale?

The garbage dump is huge, from years of self-abuse.

None of this came naturally, was infused from many sources.

Like a deflated beach ball, attached to a negativity pump.

In order to avoid flat, must replace with better option.

Take in love joy peace, finding contentment encoded long ago.

Essence of all shining bright, filled with beauty and light.

As with a silver vase, remove tarnish layer by layer.

Underneath is vessel great worth, ready to be centerpiece again.

Place bouquet of life in, letting sweet fragrance fill room.

The table set infinite length, no vase better than another.

Each of unique pattern smell, a lifetime ahead will enjoy.

So get out the paste, no time left to waste.

Scrub scrub and scrub more, remembering to be very gentle.

No need leave open wounds, just vigorous enough skin flush.

Now doesn’t that feel good, keep it up until transformed. 

–by Sofe Silverman