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Every ancestor who dropped to their knees in fervent prayer

Whispering the stories of your birth, your mother’s birth before you, and her mother’s before her.

They scraped the shards of glass from every burden

Held every tear in their wombs, soothed every scar into softness

Waiting for a moment of grace to sing their names amidst the darkness.

They wanted to know you, each and every one of you.

You were born generations ago in Spirit

And have lived cumulative lifetimes in realms unseen.

You chose this lifetime to embody them

To carry yourself with honor

Their names echoing through your veins

Their love becoming your breath.

They chose you as much as you chose them.

Love them.

Love yourself.

It is the only way to live

Now and for all eternity.

Softer, gentler, and safer within the deepest crevices

Of your mind. A world where the unknown invites you to frolic

Along rivers of stars illuminating the skies, pressing intimately

Against heaven’s doors, pulsing with each breath

Taken by the moon as it inhales a deep sense of gratitude

For a life filled with possibility.

Imagine a world where the unknown risks certainty

And takes the hand of God, leaping into a multiverse

Where spirits humble themselves before the abyss

Bursting into a cyclone of transformation and magic.

Imagine a world where the unknown becomes your friend, your companion,

your lover. Whispering sweet nothings into your soul,

Leaving footprints of peace in your heart.

Do more than just imagine.

This world is yours to embrace.

I wish I could promise that you will never feel alone.

I won’t embellish life’s challenges by assigning responsibility to spiritual trappings to help you feel relieved.

I can’t tell you that you won’t be in survival mode more than once in your life.

I can’t make life pretty for you, because many times it’s not.

I can’t make you believe that others will carry you in the darkness or even hold a torch so you can find your way.

I can’t promise you a rose garden without thorns.

I wish I could change the hard truth in that you will struggle and suffer.

The only thing I can tell you is that this life is yours. 

It has meaning beyond any perceptions or realities you hold.

It has honor, even in the darkest of moments.

It has truth, above anyone else’s misconceptions about you.

It has breath, a light so fierce that can make you believe that

you matter. 

Yes, you matter.

Yes, you are witnessed.

And yes, this life of yours gives you the power of choice

To breathe deeply into an awareness of inner peace

Which is an inherent birthright.

We remember you.

Warriors of grace

Clothed in soldiers attire

Still walking the earth from beyond the veil

Protecting life with flesh and soul

Unable to recognize when  war is over

Your sacrifice became our freedom

Your tears became our earth.

I still hear your battle cry between the realms

For some of you the war is not finished

In a soul whose memories 

Marched with God in sight.

Friend or foe?

Beyond the veil it matters not.

Courage belongs to every sacrifice made

Under heaven’s name.

We salute you

Oh warriors of grace,

May you rest with ease 

Knowing our lives are filled

With gratitude as your death

Gave us life.

Womb deemed barren

By centuries of confusion and despair

Where love and hate diffuse themselves

Amidst the sun and stars

And a sullen earth pleads for a gentler heart to

Mend its wounds.

A simple moment of gratitude

Please bestow upon brethren

An intimacy you are frightened of

A loneliness shared amongst the many

Whose rebirth becomes your birth over and over again.

Your tears ache and pray with each movement

Of your soul

Beating as every light and every darkness

Passes through the very portal of your womb.

Forgive until those tears know kindness.

Man or woman

We all give birth to each other.

A paradise of gratitude

Breathing out the iniquities

Breathing in the grace.

One tear at a time.

A fertile awakening.

One that only gratitude can comprehend.

How can beauty thrive in such chaos?
The abyss wondered incessantly
Admonishing any semblance of grace peering through the darkness.
It grew tired of the struggle scorching its soul,
thoughts woven in between shame and anger,
An emptiness filled with such isolation
Fear becoming its constant companion.

But the beauty still breathed life.
It eternally breathed hope.
It breathed a gentleness that gave chaos permission to
To finally feel that beauty of its true nature.

And so it was.
With each passing moment, the abyss became resplendent.
It became so beautiful. It yearned to see and know itself differently than it did before.
And when it finally looked in the mirror, the celestial countenance that first appeared and appeased the darkness was that of its own visage.

We weave each soul’s song into a collective harmony

Amidst a purpose that demands rebirth with each whisper of inner growth.

Oh to be reborn into a tapestry of consciousness where the light and the darkness

Carry each other with respect to Divine Providence which gave them life.

You are a child of God. You are a child of each other, the sun, the moon and the stars.

Individuation blossoms as it dances within a universe where hands are held and hearts are one.

Who are you in the emptiness of being?

An extraordinary vessel, a passage of time immemorial, a portal of love.

You are the image and likeness of all that is Divine.

What more is there to know?

She walked in carrying a brown leather suitcase and wearing stiletto heels. Her raven colored hair, high cheekbones and dark red lipstick set against a backdrop of times past and present. The gleam in her eye as she stared you down from head to toe.

Images of sins and pain flash as images on a billboard

Of thoughts and actions in every lifetiime

You have come to live.

Her name was Karma. She didn’t need your permission to visit or open up your life and tear out its pages.

Your life was her business. Your history was her game.

Your penance was her obligation. Your weaknesses were her breath.

You had forgotten what she looked like each lifetime she came around.

But you will begin to remember.

The sound of her heels walking slowly through your path.

The noise so deafening it screams through every cell in your body.

She rarely utters a word.

She simply stares as you tremble, gazing at that suitcase

Where your judgement awaits you.

Make no mistake.

Karma’s looks can be deceiving.

The moments she spends with you can feel like an eternity.

We never really know what’s in that suitcase or what our judgement is until the next time around.

But we wait as sweat pours down our cheeks.

That one last glance as she throws back her hair, purses those red lips, takes that suitcase

And walks out a door created just for her.

Deeply

Intimately

With such reverence for the vessel

In which your spirit calls home.

Tend to it with great mercy

Only the light could understand.

Bathe it with immense

Hope until

You quiver with faith.

Touch it with pure kindness

Until you weep the name of God

In every language known to the angels.

One day, you just might receive

This gift that you have been given

In all its splendor.

With wild thunderstorms that dance through the universe

With dreams of merriment amidst ancestors of old

With mischievous spirits that frolic through the ethers

With bouquets of flowers that whisper sweet nothings into my heart

And with human beings who never stop believing

in the eternal power that kindness can wield.