This journey of remembering my soul is a meandering path.
Along the way are strewn memories that have been hidden from myself.
Clues are peaking from behind laughter and tears pointing to bumps, bruises, and elations.
In my sporadic attempts to reach into my core essence
I begin to hear the whispers of my true purpose.
That dream I dream is a siren’s call.
That goal I’ve set is urging me to know myself.
The keys to my very existence sit before me in the echo of my childhood thoughts.
This is not a longing for what could be.
It is an awakening inside of me of what already is.
How have I come this far without fathoming my truth?
Today I will let my soul speak through images and intuitions.
I will be guided into my truth by my heart leading my head for but a time.
I shall recognize myself in the creation of my hands.
I shall touch my soul for this brief time, exposing it gently to the world.
Embracing the hidden friend that is forever here.
This time I will remember.
And for a brief moment, I may recognize myself as whole.
~ Barbara Bernard Miller