From the one lit window…

From the one lit window…
From a house at the forgotten end of the street…
It is so simple that it frightens me…
I wonder, who has flipped the switch.

To enter, I must leave my past behind…
Leg go of all my stomping ways…
Not pay attention to the creaking floor…
And leave all I own at the door.

Inside, life is as effortless as the sea making waves…
Like running full speed across a green meadow…
You know that restful deep green…
Isn’t it funny how “ease” is so easy to explore.

With my silence finally complete…
I can search for the mystery…
I can see that to go inward is a mighty steep cliff…
It is at the bottom that I will find myself.

And here I am…
The place where all causes lie…
All my words echoing back…
Annie, welcome to awakening!

I love you,

Annie