Walk Through the Tunnel

Through the tunnel, dark and deep,
Where patterns of lack and shadows creep,
Unworthiness whispers, “Not enough,”
With endless doing, this pattern gets rough.

Amidst the darkness, a choice appears,
To seek a space beyond the fears,
A rest in the expansive here-and-now,
Where stillness awaits, showing us how.

In my sacred space, I begin to see,
Abundance for all – we are free.
Worthiness whispers, “Remember now,”
Exhaling and pausing, alright it’s time I allow.

An understanding and a knowing,
That in the tunnel, I am always glowing.
The pathway is clear, and I rise somehow,
The light has always been here– it guides me now.