My Dear One,
Thank you for choosing me as your daughter. Thank you for always checking in on me to make sure I am awake. Thank you for making the current moment so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that I canβt ignore it. Thank you for creating a silence so unbearable that the only way to transmute its deafening roar is to dive through the middle of it, to feel the shards of truth breaking the skin as we prepare our voices to release, the weight of our bodies propelling themselves through this inexorable moment until they reach their communal depth.
I donβt know if I am there yet. I donβt know if we are there yet.
I believe in the felt depth of this communion. The moment one of osmosis, the weight of my body & yours, our souls displacing their full volume, the beginnings of a feeling that is so precious, a feeling where separation is not real, where the word has no meaning, where there is no word for the feeling of NOT being in love with others. How can we not be in love with every molecule on earth, every cell.
This is my prayer. That I can do my part in this current work, this massive ambitious project to correct the centuries old history of imbalance, inhumane power over, torture, gaslighting, theft of resources, stripping of sustenance & all other abuses.
Please use me. I am here & I contain Multitudes π€