What stops you from shining in your beauty upon the world?
Do you judge yourself harshly, wishing things had gone differently?
Is there a part of you that longs for acceptance when your contribution feels less than perfect?
The river sees your soul.
There is no need to fall.
Breathe softly into the spaces that open in these moments,
And hear the sweet call for presence.
Whisper into your vulnerability,
Let the dance of silence become your friend.
Reach out from the darkness,
To be held in the bosom of humanity.
All is perfect, and imperfect, in a perfect way.
You are the fragile flower,
Whose soft petals and perfume grace a room.
Pause to listen and simply be—
With your wrinkles, your expressions,
Your concerns and hesitations.
Be exactly who you are
When elegance falters,
When waves of anxiety sweep you off your feet.
Be yourself amidst the busy, chaotic whirlwinds.
Be you—with love that flows like a river.
Trust that you bear the gifts received from psyche.
Trust that Eros will awaken you from your sleep.
Trust, dear friend, that your work is done.
Rest in the arms of love.
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