This Easter,

I rise.

Not from a tomb.

From my own

limiting beliefs.

From the voice that said

not yet, not enough,

not ready.

From the habit

of calling the result

before anything

had a chance

to happen.

From a space constrained

by perception and fears.

This Easter,

I rise to the light of

imagination.

Abundance flowing.

To a larger vessel,

I rise.