Resurrection

I feel that in my dying, I sit in the heap of the ashes of my life, I sift my fingers through the memories of once upon a time, each memory a particle, a world and a life I once lived. In a speck there is an ocean of emotion that runs through my fingers and all I can do is feel them and let them go, the ache and the pain cut away the attachment of the mind to the what was... now with each breath transforming and with each tear cleansing every cell. I am renewed in this dying. And in the darkness of my house I built now in rubble, crumbled to the ground a new foundation is being built. This time it will be consciously created from within and with understanding of what I am. I stand up for the first time upon my own two feet and walk and I feel the power in my dragon wings. And I am ready to take flight. In my dying I have new life. And from this day forth I feel a new understanding of meaning of resurrection. Perhaps what is required for us all and that the example of Christ’s life was to show us that we each must die to our Ego and Resurrect to the Pure and limitless essence of who we've always been! And so I say get lost, go within and by doing so will never go without!

~Hailey Dawn Armstrong