Juie Cares poem from last week: YANA. What is it? Really. Or maybe a better question what are they? It high time you figure it out These ideological ideas , biased beliefs, the manipulations of your mind, binding you on your blindside What is handcuffing your heart to the cracked concrete telling you tales of fear and forgone failures Is it that shifty shadowy whisper, saying see, dreams aren’t free, keep calculating, keep counting the cost We know you won’t let yourself leap into the longing, let go your laborious locks, because you can’t see the key . But I know, You are not alone. But it begs the questions, what are you keeping in, who are you keeping out, when reflecting on your own reflection Is it always not enough and too much. Old tales of untruths. My faults, my fears, my feelings about my own façade Always wearing the words no one really wants me, and by building this barrier of unworthiness, project protection Protecting me from you, right? Except, if I am God and you are God then we are saving ourselves from the Savior. What if there’s no need to size each other up, deftly determining dominance or danger, comparing looks and loves, What if in accepting your divinity, finding your I Am in your mirror and your mind, the worthiness of the world Fills your faith, and you can remember what’s really real. You are not alone. Sometimes we seek solution in the mesmerizing memories of what used to be, the abandonment, the left, the leaving We all know it, our beloveds, friends, family, the liquidity of life, seems to give and take like a rushing river eroding us Bowed to the burning brokenness of loss, begging someone to see the huge hole of hurt simmering in our stomachs. What of freedom in the excruciating anguish of emptiness? If it is this, then know with me now, the world is waiting For you to release yourself from the predictable past. It is time to remember that right in this room are heralds of heart Here. There. We are waiting. The only thing keeping you from being part is your own separation story. I know how it seems sometimes but You are not alone. And what of your story. What are you holding onto so tightly, tenaciously that that we can’t see where you have gone Are you walled in a world of fear of feelings where we only see the strength of a solid stockade, reliable, responsible, And altogether unreachable, we’ll set out in search of your safe haven, but what will you do if we make it past the mask Will you welcome us to your table or lock yourself in your life. Are you afraid of friendship, overwhelmed by openness? Then know with me now, that no one is here to hurt you. We have braved and battled, risking our own sweet safety To say, we are here. We will hold your heart in our own healing hands and you, you are not alone. Close your eyes and know with me now that not another moment has to pass. The key to feeling free, being free Is letting go of guilt, remembering the reality of your own greatness, your own power to be open to each other It is not only leading with love but letting love into your absolutely amazing and adored heart, taking in the truth That the worth of world is waiting for you to say yes, that the abandonments of your past are past. Your perfect present Is to feel the God within filling you with faithfulness, allowing you to stand in surety and safety. And know you, you are never alone. And so it is.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 18:13:42 +0000
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