Purely Metaphysical-Letters To A Consciousness Waiting In Waste Letter Xvi Poem by Steve Bergwerff

I am a fool, I want to be a fool.

Trusting intuition and the subconscious is starting to make more sense, then pleading with a rational mind.

Whatever you’re letting go of;
Do it at your own pace.

I will not stray away, as water will always remain within a puddle. Waiting for the next dropp of morning dew.

My arms are open, when you are ready.

Visions of a past life rip through my eye, a brief understanding is all I received and all that is needed.

This is not for me but for your spiritual benefit. Mine is over several lifetimes of a broad spiritual path.

Together we grow.

We must not hold on to our feelings anymore.
I must not remain sealed up for protection from painful confessions.