Updated: Aug 6
Breathwork opened some door - some hole in the floor - some eye in the sky, that could see me - and it chose me - to no longer be ridden by the madness - but to ride It.
It looked - felt - smelled - like R-A-G-E.
It consumed me - until I became it - some wild, open throated beast - roaring from the center - veins popping - eyes bulging out of my head.
It took hold of my limbs - fists clenched - claws sprawled and wide - wanting - needing to rip and tear - until I collapsed - into a weeping pile of weakness and wanting - “Mommy.”
Whimpering for relief - no understanding - a warm wash of tears - into the darkness - music blasting - help me with knowing.
Please. What is happening?
And then there was this: "Ride".
Ride the dark horse. Ride.
With grace and pride, ride.
It's been different each time - the hollows - the moonlight, stabbing through the leaves - ducking under branches - eating the shadows between the trees.
Yet, this is what you asked for - this is yours to do.
Take it. Transform it.
This darkness belongs to you.