what are you
willing to trust in
to rest in with
absolute certainty
it’s a big step
to risk failure
to hazard the
break-up
the chance of
endangering the
fantasy
but you can’t know
if it’s real or not
until you begin
falling
it’s the reason
most of us
are content to
live the lies
we’ve been
taught
it appears to take
a lot of
inner work
meeting our
hot-blooded demons
seeing through
the lies
we tell ourselves
experiencing our bodies
flooded with
vulnerability
accompanied by
courageous sobs
tears streaking
down cheeks
clearings of
bright blue
break-throughs
it seems
the old lies
require the gift
of everything
to secure
their release …
we don’t do it
even though
it seems like we do
we don’t
no matter how much
we’d like to
we can’t because
life is the doer
we are not the we
we seem to be
but life itself
so it appears
like we are the
instruments of
our own undoing
but we can’t see
the old patterns
standing in the way
while standing
on the old
familiar ground so
life move us
forward
a step at a time
towards the cliff’s
edge
hinting at
possibilities as yet
unrealized …
are there limits
to love
is there anything
love cannot do
before we can
emerge beyond
limitation
life has to show us
which ones
hold our hands
which ones
tie our tongues
in knots …
what is your fantasy
what do you hope for
what do you dream
might be
possible
I look at the lives
of the masters
and know that
this playground
of learning
and loving
has so much more
to reveal
yes indeed
what a time to
be alive
a time for
the boundaries
to fall
for the limitations
to miraculously
unlimit
themselves
for life
to express its
full potential …
I embrace the
appearance
of failure
I am willing
to seem a fool
love’s holy fool …
are you …
shall we play
together
out here where
there are no rules
If you liked this, you’ll love my new book, Actuality: infinity at play
Amaya Gayle 
I love how the form of this meditation embodies “one step at a time” : )
Thank you, Stacey. I don’t write poetry (or post it, that is ;)) often. Some days it just flows so beautifully that it leaves me in awe. I am guessing you understand that sentiment quite well, not the not writing it, but the awe. Much love, my friend. Amaya
: ) Much love to YOU, Amaya!