Whether we find our self alone or in a relationship, love is
the most important emotion we can live by.
Regardless of others, loving one's self is the pinnacle of
enlightenment. To embrace our inner
Goddess with widely opened arms, dance in joy and feel this fulfillment defines
our spiritual odyssey--engulfing our entire being in a certainty in a world of
uncertainty. A foundation on bedrock.
Unshakable reliance upon which we can depend whenever the world appears
to crumble beneath our feet.
No different, really, from a gaze up into the night sky into
the moon's light--her shape fully round shifting to a mere slice of her fullest
phase. Always whole. Always present. And real.
Getting to love is our matter. Our only important purpose. Without it, little reason exists to live this
earthly walk. Materialism, power and
greed hauntingly fill lives, empty lives. Creating a hunger, insatiable. And when this ghostly hunger drives a body,
grief resounds.
The walk to love is free--no exclusive club or
prerequisites. Access to all, a social
concept, most certainly. Nothing
exclusionary. Which presents its trouble
to the entitled that seek self-importance, in their attempts to unsuccessfully
usurp the self-love path.
Reincarnation is a gentle reminder that there is fairness
and ample opportunity for everyone in a loving world.
Kat
11 August 2019
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