The Household of Cosmic Trust
By: Courtney Beck
What if I told you, that you could be free.
What if I told you that the doorways of pain
and the doorways of delight
over whose thresholds you have shimmied
and squeezed these last dozen years
have ushered you, quite capably, to this specific place:
your household of cosmic trust.
Here you stand naked, its true.
Yet somehow you are clothed, in comprehensible power.
In this place, the forces of despair
and the forces of delight
lie impotent and incapable of anything but a nudge,
in the direction of the One that you now know
you’ve always wanted.
What if I told you that the only thing
that needs doing is to
trust the process of your unmaking,
open the door
and be free.