Transformation is the Path of Ascension

© Nedda Wittels
January, 2020

 

From the darkness you shall rise,

Shedding the density that holds you down,

limits your movements, your expression.

Wings begin to sprout,

first tiny nubs,

then great branches made of purest Light.

The dark, dank, dense cloak of limitation

slips off your shoulders,

disintegrating as it falls,

turning to dust, dissolving.

You are transformed.

Your bright inner Light expands, and

every pore emits a brilliance.

You grow in brightness ’til mortal eyes

must expand to even see you.

And the Love . . . the purest Love . . . pours forth.