How much time and energy and precious breaths are you going exhaust trying to maintain the separation of your array of colliding parts?
There is a temple to be rebuilt. You are the first and last architect. First, you must tear down all of your walls. You must expose the various cracks in your sinking foundation to the eye of the sun. Allow your leaks to be drained dry by the pull of the moon. Patch all that leaves you feeling crumbly with mortar conjured from the blood of your tears—only then can you begin to rebuild. Only then can light shine through and out of the transparency of your opaque prism.
♥ All is Abundance ♥
It has taken me a lifetime up until a point not long ago to realize that all of me is necessary. Nothing is ill-gifted or misplaced—simply mismanaged more often than not. My heart goes out to the beautiful soul whose heart desires nothing more than to sing but chooses to succumb to everything other than his or her own voice. This beautiful soul also loves writing, to paint and to maybe someday become a dancer and public speaker. Yet, today’s society will insist that you can only do one thing with all the many gifts bestowed upon you.
Well to that beautiful soul I say, off with the reigns which say to you—you can only be what sits well with the narrow minds and blinded eyes of those who seek to drown your light in their self-conjured woes and personal fears. I say, do you my dearest andestagōnwa—my dearest love. You, like they, were birthed from an ocean of abundance. So be it that you choose to utilize and manifest with all of your inheritance, and they seek not to follow in your footstep or simply tread their own.
Like begets like—this is a lesson I have relearned, a universal law that neither you nor I can alter. Take the latter into full consideration. Give from your storehouse of abundance—your inheritance, your gifts, your experiences, talents, and skills. You are bound by law to receive an abundance like nothing you have ever seen, but everything you have ever desired.
Yours in Love Truly Always & Forever
P.S. Spring has sprung. Welcome to the beginning of the New Year! I am dancing to each beat of your measures. Know, I pray you nothing less than all of your cups running over with love and prosperity. ∞♫∞