Breaking the Spell ā¤ļøāš„
I catch a glimpse of her,
The woman who beacons me onwards,
Who opens me,
Challenges me,
& calls me forwards,
To more of myself.
I delight in her brilliance,
Her embodiment,
Confidence,
Radiance &
Magnetism.
And if Iām not,
Deeply connected,
To my breath,
My root,
My womb,
And my body..
I easily slip,
Into a pressurised loop,
One my chemistry knows so well.
Get taken for a survival spin,
Into stories,
Fantasies,
& Outdated myths..
Of a future reality,
That takes me away,
From the beauty that already exists.
From the place I already sit.
And the life that wants to be lived right now.
Drunk on a cocktail of what if.
And when.
And how fast can I make it happen.
And if only I could be more like them.
And then..
I come crashing right back down,
As high as I went up.
Humbled by,
The sobering truth,
Waiting underneath,
Whispering;
No.
This is not the way..
There is no need to rush.
You are already enough.
Breaking the spell,
Of limerance.