Compassion for the Truth of Self.
She is with me, heart and soul, and knows my true Self, and loves deeply, compassionately, and is always near.
When I feel hurt or insecure from the words of others speaking out of their own pain, desire or ego, She lifts me in Her arms and we ride like the wind together, wild and free and true across the landscape of my world within. She embraces my Being in full acceptance and without expectation.
This manifest form is what it is, and is enough coming from a sincere space of honesty and acceptance of Self.
Over-culture presents me with images or demands of how I should be or ought to be, and I stumble away from my own path at times, weary of the expectations of others. Yet now, as I rest in Her presence, more often, more aware and honest, in love and compassion, I feel confidence to be this person as well as this Soul, no longer disparate but unified, showing my true face, heart and Self. And I am happy in Her and in Self.
Expectations of others fall away as do their expectations of me.
I bring truth and honesty without clinging to what should be.
I ride the wild horse with Her and we are finally free and joyous in our abandonment of the shadows of Expectation and Should.
I lift my wings and see that they are thick and full, healthy and beautiful for they are the wings made of Gypsy feathers and I am grateful for their gift. Her gift - the wisdom I feel flowing through these wings, carried upon the air from Her breath of life, love and light.
I know a deep peace. At last.
Challenges come in, and present themselves. I hesitate or question myself only to find, as I pause in the stillness for answer, that all I need do is open and we are One. I feel a tremendous calm sweep over me and I smile, the tension in my body easing away, I settle into Self once more.
This is the path I walk in this body, in love and equanimity, and I share the joy with all who I meet, some who resonate and some who don't. And that, too, is a beautiful facet of this sparkling, miraculous world, that we are each following our own star, yet each star is the same, and She welcomes the truth in all our varied forms.
I feel incredible gratitude that She led me down this path that led me to Her and to my Self.
I know my Self and I know the truth of who I am in the world and this body, and I am enough just this way.
When another person, another soul in pain, sees faults or deficiencies and accuses me of being less than what they expect, I may stumble, only to reach out and She wraps her wings around me.
I ask "is that me?"
The answer comes through the mirror that She holds in front of me.
I am the only one who can know whether I am living my Truth without delusion, this is my journey. When someone else sees a different visage than the Truth I know to be my Self, they they are in their delusion, on their own journey. And all is as it is, perfect.
To have finally reached a point where I can look in the mirror, love who I see, and know my reflection is True, is an incredible gift.
Her gift to me as we fly together.
Our human condition can be challenging at times. During much of my 20's, I felt quite lost and alone; I didn't know my Self, couldn't find my Center, and She felt just out of reach except when I was hiking the Rockies, walking the woods, snuggling with the animals, or communing with nature in some way. This song, Looking for Space, of John Denver's always lifted me up - his passion, his ability to express the search for Self and Source, his inspiration from and devotion to Mother Nature, Gaia. She is a natural yet mystic portal into the Infinite.
All alone in the universe, sometimes that's how it seemsI get lost in the sadness and the screamsThen I look in the center, suddently everything's clearI find myself in the sunshine and my dreamsAnd I'm looking for spaceAnd to find out who I amAnd I'm looking to know and understandIt's a sweet, sweet dreamSometimes I'm almost thereSometimes I fly like an eagleAnd sometimes I'm deep in despair