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Waiting for the sun to rise because someone once told you

That fear cannot exist where there is love.

You’ve heard that ego is a poison which treads heavily on 

The spiritual path and ridding yourself of this aspect of being

leads to enlightenment.

You’ve been taught that this world is illusion and to practice non-attachment to all things physical.

I don’t remember a time when fear did not exist without love.

When darkness did not acknowledge the light and light learned from the darkness.

When ego did not balance the spirit and the spirit needed ego to grow.

When the physical world was a manifestation of love and creation was not illusion but a gift.

Who was it that claimed to know the perfect path to enlightenment?

Life is an experience and a consciousness.. 

Steps into your own heart and mind.

The silence will tell you everything you need to know.

The stillness will show you how to embrace it.

The emptiness will teach you how to live it.

Your wounds are becoming more visible each time you burn or flood with embers of stories past

trying to reconcile themselves with the present. Tears are no longer raindrops but immense storms that ravage peoples and lands leaving them unrecognizable for generations to come. The sun and the moon dissolve into your shadow like a newborn birthing out of the womb unsure of its new surroundings. Humans and animals prey upon each other like adversaries whose swords only end up piercing their own hearts. I stumble each time I call out to you in bewilderment, wondering if you and God can sit down in a field and talk placidly. You implode at every moment you are disgraced, which seems to be unyielding these days. How can I blame you?

You were once a Garden of Eden immersed in innocence before the toils of ego ran rampant amidst humanity. I pray you forgive us our trespasses and that we learn a gentler way to honor you. And perhaps one day, we too can join you and God in that lush field of wildflowers touched by an earth whose time has come to finally know peace.

All my love,

Laura

Immersed in grief

She tip-toed through the emptiness

Trying to push through the wounds

Left by a life not lived

Scattered like molten flesh and bone

Against an earth she deemed as foe

Against a heart she left unclaimed

In her quest to abandon her burdens

She forgot her own sacredness

Her own birth born to lifetimes of confusion

About to enter another incarnation

Another portal seeped in holy waters awaiting

The moment when the womb will set her free

To begin again

Another breath, another life

Another moment in time

When she can become the master of her own darkness

While dancing with the light.

There are moments you feel consumed by emptiness

Yet flickers of light enter into the abode of your heart

The fireflies yearning to illuminate every shadow on your voyage.

You wait, with bated breath, for your world to stop crumbling

For your heart to start beating again

For a firefly to find its way upon your shoulder with its light

Simply to whisper in your ear

“You are not forgotten.”

Struggling through the darkness and hiding your wounds

Afraid to let anyone see your despair.

I see you.

Lighting candles along the way for everyone else

When no one sees how alone you feel.

I see you.

Raw with such grief that each tear has its own name

as it rolls down your cheek.

I see you.

Embodying such isolation only to pretend it is solitude.

I see you.

Afraid to disappoint others when no one even remembers to

thank you.

I see you.

Praying so hard for others in need while prayers for yourself

never cross your lips.

I see you.

Embedded in shame that you feel you are not worthy of love.

I see you.

Losing faith while trying so hard to inspire it in others.

I see you.

Especially in those times you do not see yourself.

I see you.

In those moments you do not want to be seen or feel you do not deserve such acknowledgment.

Know that as much as you are seen you are also deeply loved.

tears running down my cheeks.

I watch as they collect like rainwater

On the weary ground beneath me.

A soil warmed by centuries of wounded

souls witnessed by the sun and the moon

that never waivered as they sheltered

nature’s creation and the beings that

were borne upon it.

Oh to be held by such compassion

by every god in the heavens

Embodying the miracles whispered

as every tear strolling down my cheek

held a prayer by our ancestors to be heard

and answered by all of creation.

The scars left over from ancient lineages embedded in both our earthen forms and astral bodies.

A spiritual fatigue waging war against fear and doubt, numbing every expression of love we have to offer.

Many of us want to rest, yet we think we are giving up or giving in.

When can surrender appear to us as sublime beauty dancing on the precipice of

The most profound love waiting to touch our hearts?

When can embodiment be praised as much as the spirit for carrying those lineages

whose yearning for grace amidst struggle brought them to their knees?

Our surrender can be a gentle one.

Amidst the chaos and the darkness

We can lay down our cross gently

So that each blade of grass caresses

It tenderly, as though wings of angels were kissing

its magnificence.

This deluge of spirits and ancestors, feral wisdom

Descending from realms unknown.

To interpret the intensity and spiritual frequency

Seems so disrespectful at this very moment.

Rather, my heart yearns to worship the silence

In between those powerful raindrops

As each one tears through

The gaping hole left in humanity’s collective soul

Creating the way for rebirth.

It’s coming.

Orchestrated by songs of light and darkness

Love letters from the ancestors

Craving respite throughout time

From ancient wounds whispered over and over again by each generation

Formed into tiny fractals of hopes and dreams passed onto those not even born

Awaiting as evolution unfolds as those who arise after us

Are baptized by the dust we become as we transition beyond the veil.

Those separate worlds begin to merge and

Become an intimate sphere filled with delicious nectar.

Take a drink my friends

Of all that is holy and wondrous

It is time you begin your own love letter.

There is a soul out there waiting to hear your words

Echoed throughout time

Words that will soften their journey

Upon this wayward world.

For you to humble yourself

Amidst both the darkness and the light.

To walk placidly within the unknown

As you hear the Beloved whispering

Over and over again,

” I love you.”