All things are of God.
the holy terror
the dark deep empty void of nothingness
the certainty that this time you are truly alone
the hateful lashing out
the last time
the first time
the 3am fear that grips you awake and keeps you there
And right there, in the middle, humming with power, is you.
The glorious beating heart of you.
The god of you.
Your mind – yes even with its tortuous twisting fear.
The steadiness of your gaze
keep it steady- keep breathing in and out.
Place one foot and then the other.
This is the mastery of you.
This is all the power you need.