We can only ever bring to the world
what we were given...
be it fear, or love, or pain.
But until we soften our gaze and see through the eyes of honor;
open our heart and feel through devotion,
awaken our mind through consciousness and
learn to dwell in the wisdom pool of the soul,
it will only ever be someone else's offering.
There is no getting it "right",
there is only what you choose to bring.
We sit at the table of the Gods,
and we are the feast.
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So, in other words, go sell it somewhere else.
Blessings,
A.
谢谢，明智的朋友。 我相信这一心脏是所有世界的中心。 是爱一切的中心。
Alyce
I have understood this but never articulated it as eloquently as the poem you shared.
I'd like to add that 'transcendence' of one's pain, suffering, and many levels of limitations are like peeling the skin off and offering it up as food for the ravening wolves.
The pure heartlight is the manna you get to share to those still suffering... and give THEM permission to do the same by standing in that space so they know what it looks like.
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