HERE ON THIS ROCK

I’ve been afraid to be who I Am, which is the part of me that is “Me.” So I go where groups of other emerging angels have clustered on a rock, like butterflies in the storm. We are drying our wings here, so we can fly again, off to the next rock. Curious thing. Our flights are getting shorter, and the rocks closer, and the gatherings larger, and soon– there will be no islands and no water to cross. By our very Presence we are evaporating the distances. By our very Presence we burn away the waters holding us apart. There is only Light, now, begetting Itself, consuming all elements in its combustion, sucking them up and spitting them out to form new life. And we are that, my friends. Here on this rock.