the key

When I hold up a mirror

you say the reflection is like water,

it ripples outward, onward, repetitive.

When I give you your own words back

You say they have been tampered with

and I retreat.

At this point I begin to look inward

why is it so hard to show others

what I have witnessed?

I can only count on myself 

as a keeper of all this knowledge

as a keeper of the sacred reflections of others

as a keeper of their whispered words, wounds and secrets

I am the vault that allows 

this all to exist in the space of love

in the space of healing

in the space of true compassion

in the space of purification

salt water and rosemary together 

tethering us to each other 

but at the same time 

finding complete freedom

but the moments that 

create the freedom

that hold it inside 

are surrounded by your choices

that make this freedom into another choice

the cage or the key

the path you have known or 

the path being offered to you.

it will be revealed that 

until you choose the new path being offered

you will just start over

like samsara. 

birth, life, death and rebirth

so, when the offer comes along

to wake up

you may decide if it is time

to do so.