Imagine you loved yourself
So fiercely that you were dangerous
To all the darkness clawing at you
To believe you were not worthy?
How different would your every moment be?
How would you feed yourself life?
Would pleasure become a deep dive
Into soul purpose rather than shameful indulgence
To escape the reality of delusions
We create with scarcity and fear?
How would you bathe yourself
Acknowledging your skin coming in contact
With your very of skin,
Removing the debris that may have collected
From days and years and lifetimes
Of living on this Earth-plane?
What if every cell of you knew
It was completely supported and
Accepted in its very existence?
How would you say yes and say no
To the events that come your way
As opportunities and lessons
To fall more deeply in alignment with
Your very own journey of now?
Would time be less threatening and more magical?
Even if you were speeding along,
Speed did not mean rush and
Hurry did not mean worry,
For you knew Love had your back.
I believe your gaze would be soft
And your intuition sharp,
You would think less and feel far more
Than you ever imagined possible.
Yes, you would have the courage to be vulnerable
Because you knew it was meant for you.