Sometimes we screw up.
Perceiving a reality that just truly does not exist.
A mixed message.
An illusion of the ever fantacizing mind.
Running away like prisoner’s faced with an open door.
Sometimes we imagine, imagine, imagine and predict an outcome based upon what we perceive we desire.
Sometimes we can get messages, visions, confirmations yet fit them together as you would odd pieces out of several jigsaws and try to force them together.
We lay our heart on a track knowing that at any minute a train could pass by, tearing it apart.
We punish ourselves;
Hoping to be heard.
To be seen.
To be loved.
Ravaging our minds.
What did we do wrong.
When all we feel we did, was right.
Dear one you didn’t do anything wrong as such.
You saw your magnificence in that of another.
You opened your heart with the greatest of intentions.
You dove into the depths of a wound that needed excavating.
A pattern that needed setting free like an eagle soaring in the sky.
You’ve gained wisdom dear one.
A lesson in non attachment, being in this moment and honouring your heart.
You’ve learned to feel your feelings and to lay with them for as long as they need.
You learnt the art of surrender, the release of control.
Embracing the discomfort, not trying to hide nor trying to cling.
Most of all dear one, you’ve created more space to delve into, to create more love.
Love that flows.
A love that flows like waves in the sea.
Pure love that comes from self.
A love that sets you free.
I thank you dear teacher, for training a wiser me.