I’m starting to ask myself, ‘Where else is this the case? Where else is someone genuinely being compassionate based on how they perceive the world and I’m judging it based on how I perceive the world and making their try “Not enough”?’ If I judge someone’s try as ‘not enough’ then who am I being in relation to them? A try is pure. Just because it doesn’t fit my perception, doesn’t mean it’s not pure.
A try is pure and compassionate and loving. Where the hell do I go to smash on something so pure? What drives that? I don’t need to impart knowledge. I can share my knowledge and I don’t have to be so attached that it’s received. That’s the freedom I’m giving myself. As I feel solid in my knowledge, I’m just becoming less attached to it. Not that I won’t share it, just that it doesn’t define me whether it is received or not.
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I’m not here to be liked or look good. I’m here to be. In this, as my aliveness, I awaken to the remembering of my part of the puzzle in human unity.
I many times lay my head on the chopping block under Kali’s sword, serene, to clear my way for my purity to shine from within. I shine, even through my own human dirt, I shine.
I see you, I see your innocence.
I see illusions, justifications, fear security blankets fighting to wrap tight and survive. There is unconsciousness, there always will be, this isn’t wrong, it just can’t reign anymore.
Standing in our sovereignty, stepping into the inner fire that cleanses, our voice meets illusory blades with melting heat. Heat of heart ablaze. Made to burn past illusion, a call to heart.
See your power, drop the blame.
There’s a tale never told
Dipping on the edge
Quill swollen with ink
Bursting to be
I can’t even find my paper