Sharing Golden Breadcrumbs

Sister, listen in,
For I have...a declaration.
Information gathered from
The dusty road of life.

I’ve come by more than I can carry
Of this trash revealed as treasure.
Golden breadcrumbs are what I call them,
Now that I truly see their worth.

In my dark nights I’ve followed fireflies
To light the way and stand for hope.
In the depths of caves I’ve found my diamonds
And used their shine to guide me home.

Now sister, here you come in,
Another golden beacon.
You, my midnight lighthouse,
Call me forward through the storm.

Can you believe it when I say that
My whole life has led right to you?
I have waited for the place where
I could let my freak flag fly.

This is arrival, this is freedom,
This is presence at its heart.
For true alignment comes with knowing
That we belong just as we are.

The winding of our paths, you see,
Has brought us to this place.
I share space with you and feel more “me”,
Reflections of truth in my sister-soulmates.

So together let’s unfurl our hearts.
Let us shed our skin and stand.
And if you’ve got any breadcrumbs to share
I will gratefully reach for your outstretched hand.