Slow Like Honey

When it started I was on shaky ground, not sure if I were flying or sinking.  The ground was soft at first and then abrupt, like coming upon a staggering cliff from the bottom not understanding how to get back up.  I just kept staring upward wondering how to make a path given the terrain was muddy, full of slate and looming over me like a protective parent.  For awhile I clawed at the wall until I was just too tired.  I gave up and sunk into the base of the cliff in the softest nook I could find.  It was almost comforting.  Dark and soft, damp.  It gathered me in its paw, and I let go.  But then there was a little inch.  A little flicker within.  It was a part of me that refused.  A little opposing magnet deep inside repelling against the dark, softness that surrounded.  As I sat there motionless, it started to grow.  Unbeknown to me that little inch started growing and attracting like-forces.  It grew from within and without.  Suddenly it jarred something loose, the dark, soft mud became cold and wet, suffocating.  My body stirred.  I opened my eyes.

Like waking to an alarm, I jolted out of my cave.  And slowly started building myself, because I figured that if I was bigger then the cliff would not loom so heavily over me.  I let that little inch magnify, thrust me into like energies which converged until I was a massive force.  So strong.  So big. I looked to the cliff and stared it in the eyes and presented MYSELF in all the TRUTH I could muster.  The cliff melted into a soft, round, glassy piece of sweetness and presented itself as a step for me to elevate my new SELF.