Hold this bundle of ineptitude you call you. She that doesn't exist....... but yet before she disappears into the mists of time, let us love her first so completely and tenderly and gratefully that no part of her
need ever rise again to look for
something in the eyes and heart of what could not bless her or see her innocence.
We stroke this being of body and mind with all its ingrained habits of energy that we have struggled and sought so valiantly to fix and better. All in vain. She could never be more than she was. Not one step of hers was ever out of line, every movement the perfect product of a decision made long ago to be out on her own and make a body her home.
But this body is not her home and neither were the countless ones she thought were hers before. Decisions made that seemed so real leading to worlds of form that now seem so real.
But Home we did not leave nor ever could. The loveliness of God is always ours, awaiting only our soul's holy and courageous choice to lay aside our toys and idle dreams, to make our home anew and rest again where we and God would have us be.
Ever-fresh, ever-new ~ Only right here where we are ~ Thank you my Friend for this light you shine.
This love travels throughout the worlds ~
Posted by: shira | 11/23/2012 at 01:52 AM
Thank you beloved Shira.
Posted by: Pema | 11/23/2012 at 09:15 AM