Lay them right down,
all those lies you’ve believed about yourself
all you’ve desired to see lapped up like kindling,
watch the flames swallow them.
Look at those ashes at your feet,
reach down, cup them in your palms,
you can hardly believe how soft it is now,
that ancient pile of jagged fears and accusation reduced to
Watch now, see how that cupped handful, that pile at your toes
is being remade,
a swirling cloud
taking form into letters, many words
a single word.
What is yours?
the Ancient One whispers.
You lack for nothing.
And that is how I received my One Word for 2016, COMPLETE, on a Monday evening in February. Glory.