Whether we find our self alone or in a relationship, love is
the most important emotion by which we live.
Regardless of others, loving oneself is the pinnacle of
enlightenment. To embrace our inner
Goddess with widely opened arms, dance in joy with fulfillment defining our
spiritual odyssey—engulfing our entire being in certainty, in a world of
uncertainty.
A foundation on bedrock.
Unshakable reliance upon which we can rely whenever the world appears to
crumble beneath our feet. No different,
really, from a gaze up into a night sky’s moonlight—her shape, fully round or a
mere slice of her fullest nature. Always
present. Real.
Getting to love is our matter. Our only important purpose. Without, little reason exists to live this
earthly life. Materialism, power
and greed hauntingly fill lives. Empty, lives.
Greeting a hunger, insatiable.
And when this ghostly hunger drives a mind, grief resounds.
The walk to love is free---no exclusive club or
prerequisites. The access to all, a
social concept, most certainly. Nothing
exclusionary. Which presents its trouble to the entitled who seek self-importance--usurp the self-love path.
Steal our light with nary a thought or care.
Reincarnation, a gentle reminder that fairness and
ample opportunity exists for everyone in a loving world.
Kat
8 November 2019
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