By Shannon Crossman POETIC JUSTICE

At The Edge Of A Breakdown: The Beloved Self Awaits The First Glimpse Of Wakefulness

By Shannon Crossman

Both Halves Of The Sphere

I once spent many moons trapped
in a nightmare from which I could not wake.
Thrashing through life, fueled by resistance.
Primed for flight.

Each place my eyes lit some fresh, new horror
eeked it’s way forward.
At the edge of breakdown,
Illusion snapped her silky fingers and I woke.

Do you know what it is, friend,
to wander the world in such a state?
Self-cannibalizing and vacant, save fear who is
your most troublesome bed mate?

On the other side of eating yourself alive is where life lives.
Which is impossible to ken when locked
within the arms of nightmare.

Yet the Beloved Self awaits the soft fluttering
that is the first glimpse of wakefulness.
Would scoop us up and pour us
into bliss, if only we’d allow it.

Having tread both halves of the sphere,
I can tell you life is fine here
where human & Divine regale each other with bawdy tales of
nightmares gone to seed and sprouting dreams.

For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends The Mastery of Love: A Practical Guide to the Art of Relationship: A Toltec Wisdom Book.

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Shannon Crossman

Shannon Crossman learned the hard way that untapped creative energy casts a helluva shadow, so she crafts her sanity with her hands daily. Nothing excites (or frustrates) her more than a blank page, fresh ball of yarn, or pile of foodstuffs - all waiting to be transformed into bits of deliciousness. Words are, and have always been, her way back home. She is a writer, artist, technical wizard, public speaker, witch, priestess, gluten free baker, time-bender, and COO who happens to possess a degree in Transpersonal & Somatic Psychology. She's a mama and grandma to a gaggle of wild girls who make her heart happy. When she's out in the business world she's figuring out how to make things faster, more efficient, and automating the hell out of sh*t. Shannon still believes in magic, craves the ocean like a land-locked mermaid, and dreams of a life without shoes.

  1. Erica Sharpe

    Beautiful. Real. Just what I needed to hear this morning.

  2. Absolutely beautiful! Resonates deeply with me.

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