Truthtellers in Hiding
I come from a lineage
Of spiritual warriors
And truth tellers.
We ferret the shadow
Out of hiding
With fearless compassion —
For what is darkness
But our light
Refracted by our fears,
Our power trammeled
By our wounds.
I feel into the hairline fractures
That splinter my psyche
Into this false dichotomy
Between my needs and yours,
Connection and autonomy –
For deep down I know
Our souls are united
In their longing for peace
As I step into my wholeness,
Parts of me quake in terror
Of being too visible.
I follow the fear
Back to a circle of elders
In my spiritual lineage.
“We need to hide the light –
It is the only way
To save it”
Says a bearded man.
“If we hide it
The light will die anyway –
It cannot spread its magic
If it isn’t seen”
Responds a woman
With long chestnut hair.
And thus
An irreparable rift
Between two leaders
And lovers
Rents the circle of elders
In two —
Snaking its way
Through the centuries
To all their spiritual descendants.
The light reminds them:
“I am neither yours
Nor of you.
You must let me go
And trust that –
Despite the darkness
That will enfold humans
For centuries –
Your people will find their
Way back to me
When the time is ripe.”
As the light spirals up
And the lovers
Find their way
Back into each other’s heart
I feel the kink in mine
Uncoiling into Kundalini energy
That rocks my being
Into vibrancy.