Of flow, Of form, The force, Of fire, The elements can take you higher, Allow the ground to permeate your core, Breathe in the life, love deep, Some more. Light lit up, Switch turned on. Life exhalts a golden throne. The beast dissolves. Omnipresent. Opalescent. Sacral warm. Soar in, to tune higher.
They didnt treat her well so she became a better person. They didnt approve of her so she tried to prove herself. They blamed her, so she took on all responsibility. He didnt answer, so she could not let go. Thinking, dwelling, convinced she could not meet you, your needs, herself, anyone, anything. Was she flawed. Was she too closed, open, wounded – so she changed and changed and changed. Yet nothing changed. Other than the shattering of time.
For a while it made her too soft, too hard, everything and nothing at all. Not knowing what was wrong with her. Broken beyond perhaps. Cursed. Maybe she wasn’t loveable. Maybe she didn’t deserve love.
She couldn’t even weep any longer. Tears dried up. Like a sponge sitting on a shelf for all eternity. Yet no thing worked. She most definitely tried. It was like trying to wash with no water. Expecting to be clean.
It was never her pain, challenge or task to bear. Yet she couldn’t see. She held herself, body limp, no strength left to try. Something awakened her to the truth. A clear sign. She poured deeply into her very own cup and vowed never to abandon herself ever again.
A miracle she is, was and always had been. Strength pouring through her veins. That was when life changed. For she knew she was the one. This could never and would never ever be taken away. Even in death. Eternal light. Eternal love. Breath. Life.
If one eats a strawberry and decides this is a strawberry on first taste every strawberry thereafter could be comparible to the first. If one sees a strawberry as bad as it is not pristine, one may cast out strawberries forever or judge them thereafter, hereafter. If one rushes and gobbles a strawberry they may not actually truly experience the strawberry. If one eats a strawberry every single day would you compare it to the first, the last, the bruising, the beauty. Can you eat a strawberry every day as if it is your first time, allowing it to be all it is in each and every moment. Can you taste, touch, see, feel, hear, smell, connect with the strawberry allowing all of it and all of you to merge without a single judgement – good or bad. Could you meet the strawberry every single day as if it’s the first time and feel a deeper connection without trying. If God gave you the same strawberry every day of your life could you meet it in the Morning and offer it space, presence, connection, communication as if it was the first time. Can one meet each day, person, animal, experience, place with fresh eyes in each and every moment. Can you truly meet another. Can we truly meet ourselves.
I’d like to offer a message of hope. A message of hope to those that seem to live in a way where their work, truth, self, existance, needs, being is seemingly unnoticed. Maybe you feel unseen, unheard. Maybe you’ve stood back to allow. Moved forth to take action. Tried to co-create. Followed your truth. Changed patterns. Created new beliefs. Created new waves and ways. Still no great success, healthy partner, abundant cash flow etc… I’d like to offer a message of hope to let you know and please only take what resonates. That one person or selection of people that truly hear/heard your words are far more powerful than a million followers. Success is in the alignment to all you are. Success is the ability to live your truth. Success is living and breathing your true life which I believe is destiny and path. We were never meant to compete and compare. Each person’s life individual to them and their lessons. Maybe you imprisoned yourself in your creations at some point. The way out can be slow. If so true liberation awaits. You aren’t your creations nor the work you do. They aren’t the labels adorned either. We are the all. All of life. All of love. Fullness. Wholeness. Emptiness. Dark. Light. All inbetween. You are your validation. You are your success. You are the recognition. Look at what have achieved for yourself. Within yourself. Within your family. Ancestral lines. You may not see the ripple effect of that which you’ve brought to life just yet. One day you may. One day you may not. Know this though. All is connected. Working together apart – apart together. You were and are enough with the first beat and every beat of your heart. You are just as much enough when the last beat ends. Your first breath – life. Your last breath – a new life. No additions needed. For anyone. For everyone. For all. We are all. In breath. In living. In connection. In a vastness one could never mentally comprehend. You are enough. By the time you read that I hope your felt that within yourself already. With love, I hope this message finds you well.
Do you truly accept me as all I am in each ever changing moment. Can you flow with the fields of grace as the tides rise. Can you sit back and allow rather than fix, flea or fault find. Can you help me, truly help me by helping yourself. Can you accept all of me without judging the parts that seem more appealing. Can my perceived flaws become a home to your sweet, compassionate smile. Can you work with me and flow like a river and maybe be still as ice in winter, eye to eye, gazing into our souls as one breath to one eye. Can you accept that I want all of you, not just certain parts. Can you accept that I’ve met your darkness with an open heart. Can you accept that I will never be perfect and cannot fullfill your insatiable needs. I shall not feed them either though as love needs breath and your needs within your heed. Can we work together apart. Can we create something new. For what I’ve seen of love in movies, is not love but an adornment in which this love is lost. I truly, deeply, feel and see all of you. It will never come at a cost. For I found eye when I was lost.