A Skin Too Tight
Follow the light…
“Courage is the most important of all the virtues because without courage, you can’t practice any other virtue consistently.”
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How do we connect to our greatness? Why do I feel fit at home living on the lower plain, a work horse tirelessly twisting to fulfill your need to control and build your castles? Why do I continue to say that it’s okay, with my actions, submissions and fears? What about my dreams?
It must stop somewhere. We’ll appear naive and self-sabotaging, but there is a reason why the river of activism flows through our veins. It will always be foolish to the passers-by… They will watch in disbelief as you take a stand, bound to expel you from the club. Mind it not as you came to know. It is a shelter threading on illusion of safety and robbery of life. How are we to move forward, rise above and expand, if none of us dared to say… enough?
Whenever urged to strive and belong, even by intentions born in love… Instincts would tremble, rooted in fear asking us no less but to abandon our greatness.
“Courage is the most important virtue…” she said. Without it, we fall short in practice of any other, do we not?
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If just for a moment every single one of us felt worthy of our dreams, what a world this would be! Why can’t we accept the seed within, whose very urge to sprout has brought us forth? You would not be here nor would I, without a fruit to bare, a lush flower to offer to this garden of life.
I am not a finished product and neither are you. I am not a product. I was born a river my friend. It freely flows toward my sea, bending and curving to life’s twists, and canyons. Her flows take multitude of shapes but they always come through, perfectly faithful to my essence, which never ever bends. It has neither beginning nor end, but it desired to visit the here and now and it eagerly chose this body over all others.
Rise, please. I cannot watch you perish inch by inch like a sand castle in a summer breeze. You are a fortress that withstands in meaning, a message of love and grace... Not a temporary play fixture reduced to a house of worms, flattened by elements and convinced that we begin only to end.
What is a dream and how do we know? I am growing weary of showing you where to look for yours. I must tend to mine before I lose the sight of its tail you see... Yet time reveals. This passion to guide you and see you rise fills me with joy. I thrive with your hand in mine as it truly echoes a dream.
Yes! I speak and shout on top of my lungs, often just for myself, but I do this for you - stay the course! Despite the seemingly endless dawns and sunsets under charcoal clouds, urging us to give in to dark wolves within, let’s hold on to the certain light trail and march on to our purpose.
No... I can’t make you see the light nor magic that lies within. This is not what I try! But do not seek to dim the one I feel, know and see through all the shades of gray in the rainy days of now.
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I wish you would see...
Just like that aged, gold picture frame beholding the faded face of a mother, still sharp in your memory... That is you.
This long and savage year may have hardened the crust of exhaustion, dimmed your light and dulled your glow. But you must know... There is so much precious gold bursting within your regal and eternal fire. We love that distressed audacity, claiming its place in time and history. What a profound elegance that whispers of a life lived and a life endured!
Behold the crust, all the glorious trails your tears have carved. We are wearing the headdress of a generation that moves the vessel back to light. There comes a time when many must endure for a prayer that many more shall live.
Rise…
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