Becoming

{Poetry}

How do I arrive in my own becoming?
How can one maintain presence in the moment while dreaming of all I will one day be?
How is it possible that all past versions of me are held in the depths of my soul, while I arrive in the infinite present moment and attempt to surrender to what is ahead. 
The how riddles me.

And yet. 

The how is irrelevant.

All you can do is be in the process of your making- to trust yourself enough to know that you are deserving of all beautiful things in the moment and your path unfolding is simply as it is meant to be. 

It is a bold act of resistance to both be with who you are while actively becoming your day dream. 

To co-exist with the universe.

To dance in the liminal space. 

To be open to receiving love and tenderness in a new form - formlessly integrating into the essence of your being as you begin to remember that you are love.

That you are light. 

That you are infinite stardust shooting across the night. 

Creating a constellation of your own magic. 
Once a shape shifter attempting to create a pattern in the sky that could be perceived as beautiful- as worthy. 

You know when you look at the night sky and see just one star. The longer you engage with that blanket of night, the clearer your vision becomes. 

Somehow stars you couldn’t yet see, that were always there begin to emerge in your vision- this time in life is you staring at the night. 

Each change in your body, on your body, marking the newness of you is not shape shifting the stars; rather focusing enough on your galaxy to finally see the map of constellations emerging in your own skin.

Connecting the dots to create a masterpiece of you- in the process of your own becoming.