What stops you from shining in your beauty in the world?
Do you make harsh judgments about yourself when you wish something had happened differently?
Is there a part of you that longs for acceptance when you perceive your contribution is less than perfect?
The river sees your soul.
There is no need to fall.
Breathe softly into the spaces that awaken during these moments and hear the sweet calling for presence.
Whisper into your vulnerability so that the dance of silence becomes your friend.
Reach out of the darkness to be held in the bosom of humanity.
All is perfect and is imperfect in a perfect way.
You are the fragile flower whose soft petals and perfume graces a room.
Stop to listen and BE exactly who you are with your wrinkles, and animations, concerns and hesitations.
BE YOU when elegance fails and waves of anxiety sweep you off your feet.
BE YOU amidst the busy, chaotic, frenetic, 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 sweet friend that your work is done.
REST in the arms of love
Tracy Seed
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