It has travelled light years to find you.
It will not harm you.
Let it come closer, let it penetrate you if it must.
Feel its aliveness, its pounding heart, its vibrations and tingles in the body.
Until there is no division between 'self' and 'fear'.
Until you cannot call it 'fear' at all.
Until there is only life, raw and immediate, and nameless, and benevolent.
a shattering of certainties.
It is the forging of a new path into the vastness of night.
It is the thrill of being awake.
That you live on the edge of mystery.
That you drink from the fountain of possibility.
That your being is vast.
That only the false can die.
Do not pretend it is not there.
Do not rush to delete it, or transform it, or even heal it.
It is not an enemy, and not a mistake.
It holds great intelligence and healing power.
It is ancient and wise.
Bow before it.
But do not be afraid.
Let the body shake, let the heart quake.
And know that you are present.
And opening, and opening.
Come to rest in your vast heart.
You take those first steps into the void.