i understand now.
on the long road to inner revolution,
after various levels of hell have been peered in to,
some visited for scorching levels of time,
after the cooling wonderment of joy has been remembered,
there comes the forgiveness.
self to self.
whispered.
light, yet deep.
patience comes.
nourishment comes.
the weight of the world slips off.
it will all be forgotten.
soon.
too soon.
but, having come to this point on the road,
this point of intimate self-whispers,
when i am lost and scorched
i will find my way back.
and i will forgive again.
