I sought a reiki healer
who proclaimed to wisely see
that my spiritual awakening
was all too near to me.
I met a friend for dinner who
never once asked for my thoughts
as she swore to read my energy
defining how I came across.
In ashtanga class I sank into
a deepened yogi squat
and my instructor quoted Rumi,
“you are the ocean in a drop.”
I have books from Glennon, Gilbert,
Holistic Psychologist and Brene,
who tell me how I am special
in my own peculiar, wild way.
The Calm app on my phone
inspirational videos at the gym
all give me scripted guidelines how
to keep my light from going dim.
The local radio broadcast
the gas station pump across the road
tell me how to live my best life
and create a healthy glow.
So many outside sources
are so sure they know the needs
of the spirit in my belly —
I’m the one with the expertise.
It’s only when I’m soft and still
my face turned up toward the sun
that I can hear the most important voice
who is rivaled by no one.
My Highest Self will softy whisper,
You are so loved, you are so seen,
You are the wisdom that you seek,
you have everything you need.
And so I thank my reiki healer
my friend and beloved authors, too
the yoga class and outside world
for sharing a rainbow of their truths.