No matter how weird, awkward or flawed you feel, love loves you.
No matter the depths of the suffering you are managing, love loves you. No matter if you speak when you want to be quiet, love loves you. No matter if you listen to your intuition or not, love loves you. No matter your frequency or human level of consciousness, love loves you. No matter how free you feel, love loves you. No matter how much "work" you do on yourself to gain your own love, love loves you. No matter your sensitivity or foolishness, love loves you. No matter your ability to feel connected to love, love loves you. No matter how embodied or not you are, love loves you. No matter how much you judge or fear or mistrust others/life, love loves you. No matter your wounds, love loves you. No matter how afraid you are or where you misstep, love loves you. No matter your mistakes and the amends you make, love loves you. No matter whether good things are happening or bad, love loves you. No matter how much joy or grief you feel, love loves you. No matter your level of awakening, love loves you. No matter your unmetabolized shadow, love loves you. No matter the height of your light and genius, love loves you.
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When you gather yourself at the inner altar of your faults, lay flowers and offer incense.
Yes, I am talking about this place; this place that is barren and cold. The space you go when you beat yourself up or try to "fix" yourself, blaming yourself for feeling broken inside, for things not working out or not "doing" life the "right" way. This space, the place of fault and shame; a place human. This is an invitation into the poetry of your heart. A chance to try something new. Every moment is a chance to start over again. Persephone is breathing new breath into the frosty air. Instead come here, to this place where you throw rocks and stones at yourself, Bring flowers and candles and incense and offerings of sweet. Rest your heart on the ground of silence. Let the winds of mystery whisper to you. May the sounds feel like the petals of flowers unfurling and revealing your hidden beauty. Ask here instead to be shown where the love is. What the wisdom is. Bow at this mystery, knowing we cannot know or understand everything. Offer your tears but hold back the stones. Pray instead that you may know love here, to know the gold flowing in through the cracks of your faults. To know and embody this in-between, divinely human. Humanly divine. |
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