Fain to create and move toward.

Pursued, even stalked.

Even a subtle drift of difference feeds a longing.

Be it tempering, turn about or metamorphosis.

Rapid or with the vicissitude of years.

We author change, willing to transform.


Expansion, desire to learn, become more aware.

Examining self to understand All.

A journey that beckons to those who dwell near the abyss.

Looking into the void with a knowing of more.

Willing to venture alone into the mist.

Trust that the more will be revealed or emerge.

An understanding achieved through discovery.

A new vista


So close it can be felt.

A breath of dew grazing neckline, shivers palpable.

Anew approaches.  Something prepared to emerge.

Yet before it’s reveal, we gnarl in discomfort.

Hideaway with insecurity.

Longing for and pushing away simultaneously.

It’s moniker – Resistance.


Do we know where this comes from?

Do we know what it means?

Could the dreams we’ve dreamt been wrong?

Was something missed, or do we heed danger or folly?

The answer to all is – No.


Resistance the partner of change.

Regulator of speed, a signal of alteration.

An internal reminder honoring that which is being abandoned.

Celebrating what is, but will never be again.

A necessity for integration.  Ally to initiation.

Resistance, synchronous with our evolution.

Necessary, and yet it still throws us a field.


The Resistance is mine.