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Your story didn’t begin with you

It began with those who came generations before you

They survived trauma

Fought for life

Prayed for breath

Pleaded for prayers

Begged for mercy

Waited for peace.

They left footprints for you to follow

Tears for you to wipe

Stories for you to hear

Courage for you to carry

Remember your story is their story

Your strength is their strength

Your hope continues to be their hope

And one day, your freedom

Will join with theirs

In celebration.

Don’t shut down for too long.

You might miss the revelry.

Life IS indeed beautiful.

To remember innocence lost

To know what it is like to befriend another with kindness

To play with reckless abandon until their cheeks hurt from laughing.

It takes a child to believe in the goodness of others

To taste life before they learn about survival

To dance until their legs give way to Mother earth

To eat until they know hunger

To drink until they suffer thirst.

It takes a child to trust in all that is safe and good

Until life introduces them to hardship

It takes a child who is brave

And makes the impossible possible

Until they begin to know fear.

The village has forgotten what is

Important and pure.

It has forgotten how to breathe

A life lived with each other.

It has forgotten to take baby steps

And hold hands with friends along the way.

Maybe it’s time for the child to raise the village

And help it remember how to love again.

The ones that make you doubt yourself

Unlove yourself

Hold yourself in such unworthiness

That many times you can’t even breathe.

Those are the same thoughts that keep you alive

Give you moments of deep breath between the shallow ones

Give you possibility, choice, damn it, yes choice

To step outside your mind

That intense restlessness where you crawl to find emotional safety

And allow yourself the opportunity

To begin again

To love again

To trust again

To choose again

And to honor the process

That brought you out of the darkness and back into the light.

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?