A New World

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I feel the presence of a new dimension deep within me. A landscape untouched by the foot of this man. And I wait, frozen upon her shores.

She looks toward me with the eyes of grace for I have hidden away from her for a lifetime. I have whitewashed the rich colors of her abundant forests and poured my poisons into her waters.

Overwhelm had taken me, and I hadn’t known how to be with her. Like the deep well of emotion expressed through the feminine, I froze in fear, standing blinded by her awesome power. And I wept upon her departure, uncontrollable tears of equal parts fear and relief.

Here and now I stand before her. Still. Silent. Observant.

For the first time, her vibrancy does not blind my gentle eyes but bathes them in a loving embrace. I can see as if for the first time.

This landscape is rich in ways I cannot yet measure and would be dishonoring if I tried. I must let go of the world in which I have known, the one whose soil is abundant with the flags of men who have claimed her as their own.

I now step boldly upon the shores of a new world, and I weep with gratitude. To feel this moment is to be truly alive—perhaps a scarcely known experience.

I begin to walk up her beach and into the bosom of her jungly embrace. Here I will learn to feel myself at a depth I hadn’t known possible.

Here I will come to life.

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