Dear one,
You are so ineffably beautiful. So intensely beautiful. When I sense into it, I almost can’t take it. I wish I could hold up a mirror so that you could see, but alas, I don’t have one. I want to show you this beauty, this lovely gleaming energy, but you can only hear the surface of my words, the way dogs focus on your finger when you try to point at something. Now, I’m not comparing you to a canine, but you don’t have any words for what I see inside of you. You don’t even have the faintest concept of it, and in all your dependence on words and concepts, this makes you virtually blind to it. But, dear one, it’s overwhelming. Like sunlight and honey on rose petals floating on the Caribbean ocean. Like a sacred melody made of warm breezes and breathtaking landscapes. Nothing on your surface diminishes it. I wish I could show you.
Let go of words and concepts and look directly into yourself. You think you would be lucky to see a candle flame, but if you gaze straight into your center, you’ll see a thousand suns. The light will knock you down and leave you whispering in awe.
I see you. And I am in awe.
Love,
WakingHeart
That was intensly beautiful. Thank you for sharing with us all. It calls to mind the first emotions I felt upon seeing my newborn daughter for the first time. Now, after all these years, i see it in everyone. I am drawn to your words as is a moth to a flame. Your posts keep me in focus, and have helped me to connect with others long lost to me.
Endless thanks,
Scott