I called it home
for so long.
The place where I lie down
my belongings,
my mind,
my body,
my soul,
my spirit.
The place where my kundalini
found her name,
and the Eastern Star
rose with luminous grace
to meet her
in elevation.
This was the heart-place
where sadness entered,
where hope returned,
where progress became possible,
where healing took root,
and where love
was no longer something
I sought from strangers,
but something
I learned to offer myself
with discernment,
devotion,
and care.
It was the master plan.
To build.
To create.
To redesign.
To reconstruct
what had been quietly
alchemizing within me.
It danced.
The tantric sensation
said hello,
and in return,
I was gifted
with the ultimate blessing:
a soul retrieval.
And now,
with grace
and profound gratitude,
It is time
to say farewell
to the place
I once called
Welcome home.
It was beautiful.
It was humorous.
It was heart-wrenching.
It was sacred.
It carried illumination
through the twilight
of my enlightenment.
Here,
I found my voice.
Here,
I found my body.
Here,
I found my soul.
Here,
I found my spirit.
It was a passage
of significance,
a pleasure ride
through restoration,
a healing of the many parts
of myself
I had once forgotten
How to hold.
Seven years.
Seven months.
Seven weeks.
Seven full moons.
And many luminous moments
recorded in the heavens.
Heartbreak
and heart-healing
met here.
Grief and grace
sat at the same table.
The woman I was
came here searching.
The woman I am becoming
now stands
in her regality,
with enough vitality
to know
when it is time
to leave
with reverence.
So farewell
to the walls
that witnessed me.
Farewell
to the rooms
that held my becoming.
Farewell
to every antiquated sorrow
I no longer need
to carry forward.
Farewell
to the place
where I broke,
breathed,
burned,
blossomed,
and returned
to myself.
I do not leave empty.
I leave whole.
I leave luminous.
I leave with my body awake,
My spirit gathered,
My voice restored,
and my soul
finally back
in my own hands—
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