The Integration Process

The earth, the air, the fire, the water, return, return, return, return.~Libana

In my new space, a place for everything
and everything in its place, so don’t bring
me anything. Avarice in its pride
must subside. I have enough. Glorified

gold-digging doesn’t interest me. Pity
the hollow-eyed cadaverous zombies
who reach for what’s outside themselves. I see
when hardened pieces of my heart, unfree

emerge to snark and complain bitterly,
a sign to welcome what’s been prisoned, free
I wake from my past trance, within I dance
nothing out there can heal this hurt. Perchance

the wellsprings of my soul, which freely flow
can bring a fiery stream and set aglow
into the furnace of my focus’ fire
for deep healing is what I most desire

And all the desiccated places burst to flames
when aired and watered, grounded, claimed and named.

Inspired by: Hollow, Furnace, Avarice, Pity and the aftermath of a powerful exercise from John O’Donohue’s Anam Cara.