Going over

"You have burned your bridges.
You have passed through the gate marked no return.
And for you there is no going back.

No going back to the security of the known, familiar house,
To the well-worn dispensations and the threadbare coverings.

Now you are out there in uncharted territory,
Heavy with threat and shadows not yet entered.
The risks are high,
and yet you strike out boldly,
Guided only by unwavering conviction
And the longing for the true centre of the land.

This is what it means to do a new thing.

So, you travel lightly.
You are abandoned, given up in all things
To the task that lies ahead.

Therefore, you may be exactly who you are.
You have inhabited yourself,
You are at home,
And home is where you are,
Even if it is the desert.

No one can dispossess you of your own in-dwelling.

This is what it means to be free.

We stand, one foot upon the bridge,
Wondering if we too have the courage to go over
And strike the match behind us."