Gutted

I have been gutted. Stripped bare. 
I am down to the studs.
Empty.
2019 was the year of losing my illusion(s).
It broke me open and laid me out.
Flayed me. Slayed me. 
I cried, I screamed, I tried to look away.

Though
I did not run. 
I could not hide.
I stood clear.
I was there.
Tears on my face
blood in my ears.
Knots in my gut
I showed up.
I saw me with Love

finally.
Empty.

Now I stand in the bones of who I was. Liberated from who I became.
Free to be as I AM
I am here.
I am NOW.
I am all of it and none of it.
It has begun just as it ended, again.
I AM.

What fills the space now is love and compassion
freedom and ease.
Joyfully gentle.
Kindly exuberant.
Fresh and fun.
Clear and Intentional.
Pure potential.
Nothing but Love gets through in the end.

It’s all so easy when I allow it.
Just let it in.
Let it be.
Easy is not simple.
Hard is not success.
Thank you thank you thank you.

Laughing now I say to 2020: “If it’s not a Hell Yes!” It’s a “FUCK no!”
C’mon 2020, let’s go!

Copyright © Andrew Martin. All Rights Reserved. You may copy and redistribute this material so long as you do not alter or edit it in any way, the content remains complete, and you include the site link: https://www.andrewmartin.energy