Exhaling... I let go.

[lathriel]

and both I and the earth held our breaths, dwelling within that single electric moment.
Above me, the storm-stung heavens parted
cascades of pitch, my lifeless burdens, absorbed and removed by the earth beneath me.
It was a blood-letting, and all the poison ran from me,
Each blade of grass was like a single shard of glass, a cruel finger caressing raw skin.
and I shivered.
I rolled to a halt on the dew-slick grass and mistook its cool sweat for my own,
letting go would mean letting it all flood in, for the first time... with my eyes open.
Letting go would mean admitting to my own divinity- risking exposure of my own mortality;
I am lifted. I am carried. I am held. But still it is not safe to let go.
Somersaulting through cubed shards that brushed my face like the talons of angels,
a blaze of revelation that illuminated all the flaws and scars I had ever had or would ever have.
When bone met vinyl, there was a divine spark by which my burdens burned, brilliantly,
and I as facilitator received no validation beyond the impact.
i ran my car into the rocks and they shook hands and said HELLO