And as the world continues to spin, you slowly remove the spark from your eyes. You put your dreams in a floating box. You close your ears to the sound of music, wind and self-love. You eat sadness, wear depression and play with shame. Only because you are listening to the voices that tell you that love is for people who are less and less of themselves.
You need to wake up, for those voices will never tell you the real truth. Love is for you, and everyone.
Namaste.
Yesterday I realized so many thing, like how I carry molten powder of fear in the center of my being but struggle with remembering that deep breaths can remove this heaviness within. I realized that I feel the smooth air of the wind passing through my body but struggle with seeing it as part of me. I realized I love humanity but struggle so much with being loving towards the humans in my life, sometimes. Yesterday I realized, there is so much I need to change my perception.
Love and Light.
We say the singing bird is beautiful, the passing wind is powerful and the blossoming flower is lovely. As if we are not exactly all of this. Look at yourself, see the nature that is you, honor it. Say it out loud, I am beautiful, powerful and lovely. Tell yourself how much you love you.
Namaste.
The beauty of life is found in the simplest things. The laughter of children in the morning. The effortless change of seasons, only witnessed by blooming flowers, fleeting wind and the floating clouds. The multitude of humanity chanting their prayers to source, on a collectively-agreed day. The purity of it all.
Happy Spring 🙂
Gaamangwe Joy Mogami 