Journeying this path <br />From cold desolate lands <br />She arrives in warmer climes <br />Ever closer to the light <br /> <br />Throwing off night’s dark overcoat <br />The restrictive coat of tradition peeled off <br />Awash with relief, bathed in sunlight <br />After a long dark winter <br /> <br />Hungrily she yearns for more light, more warmth <br />Stripping off duality’s sheath <br />Dropping the masks that hid <br />Her true self behind veils and shadows <br /> <br />With each layer shed <br />The incredible lightness <br />Made the journey faster <br />Comforting her through paths unknown <br /> <br />Friends of the light guided her steps <br />Joy and patience lovingly held her <br />Till she arrived at the great door <br />Wearing her spiritual lingerie <br /> <br />And once there, she stopped <br />Breathing in deeply <br />Listening to the silence between heartbeats <br />Waiting to breathe, to renew life <br /> <br />Wondering if this door <br />Would open to her <br />Was she ready <br />For the next plane <br /> <br />For what lay beyond <br />Beckoned intimately <br />An ancient mystery <br />Perhaps waiting to be unraveled <br /> <br />Would she pick the right string? <br />Or in this unraveling <br />Would she return home <br />To the place she belongs<br /><br />Anita Atina<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spiritual-lingerie/
