OK…so a little poetry? Maybe? I dunno, I have never done this.
The last couple months have been incredibly dense, having several unexpected shifts with very intimate aspects of my life. With this so, I’m choosing a different writing format, one in which I don’t use more words than needed to connect ideas. Enjoy…
When you feel you have lost so much,
the Universe has a way of returning to you
the most important parts,
and you realize these are enough.
Abundance remains.
Scraping away the extra,
becoming aware of all the debris
and the bottomless, condition-less love
you knew you had,
but didn’t really know you have.
Grief swallows you, and you recognize
your tremendous capacity for love,
thus there is no room for fear to exist.
The intellect has disengaged,
and what remains is sensation, allowing, and grace.
I feel no boundaries of bodily flesh
between myself and the rest of what is here.
Oozing heart-being floating in the sunshine,
birds singing and deep Earth keeping me safe.
Heart heavy because she holds so so much,
is a reminder that we are beyond full,
bursting with emotions,
rather than empty with loss or lostness.
Greif is laudation,
as it is the essential way
love honors what it misses.
Many say that hate is the opposite of love,
but it is fear that is truly the lowest vibration,
the absence of light.
We live too often with our hearts protected,
our thoughts monitored behind a wall of reserve,
convinced that connection may lead to disaster.
So we posture, role play, and judge,
appearing to be assembled
and yet we are not connected.
We cling in dimness.
Love, unlike fear, builds confidence.
When you give your love to someone
it changes your life,
and the lives of others completely.
Simply smile at the stranger and
connect in a way that makes you feel
like you have shared a secret.
You have shared your light.
When you allow yourself to be visible,
filaments of connection ignite as affirmations of belonging.
As your connection to this Earthlife grows,
your light will have no choice but to illuminate
what you see and what sees you.
There was never meant to be the question
of whether or not you are lovable
You already are.
Katrina Freitag 