Unbinding of Yourself

This freedom....is difficult.
The first step was not only realizing it, but also the unbinding.
The unbinding has proven to be painful.
Like when you are bound tightly for far too long, then the ropes are cut loose.
Your flesh gives way to the air....and it stings.
You look and see the remnants of your binds and see the discoloration of scars.
You know they will fade, but this fact doesn't ease the inflammation or searing truth.
He has set me free. And it hurts.

Everything around me has turned to dust.
The grey hues blow across the grey ground.
Nothing exists beyond the boundaries of the body.
The wind is scattering all dust, though it makes not a sound, nor do you feel it's breath.
Timeless and set into a non existence, yet alive.

I await His voice amidst the silence.
I am ready. I am silent.
He shall place me in the depths.
Set me apart from the tribes.
Hold me close to His Peace.
Bring me upon the waters.
And cast me deep into the heart.
Follow me. His whisper travels.
I close my eyes....and follow.
My feet cannot take me there.
Only the spirit.
Only the divine.
I go.