Walls Crushing All Around Me

The solid barricades started to collapse
few years ago.
And, since that nefarious moment occurred,
they continued to fall down, in pity and agony.
It seemed to me as if
my entire life had no meaning, no value, no goal.
But, later on, I understood that infinite possibilities
were hiding behind walls crushing all around me.
That death was the inverted birth.
The longing of my soul dying-to-live.
The making of a warrioress
Or – the making of a goddess.
Not all will embrace her.
Not all can bear so much light.
Only the One-who-was-meant-to…
Only the One-torn-apart-and-sewn-back-with-love…
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Awakening to Fire

Day 67: Letter to “The Soul of My Soul”


Motto: “Her lips were drawn to him, like a moth to a flame!”
(Anya Seton)


“Every night, at the shrine of my heart, I lay before Your Image that I have carved in the wooden cross of my chest, and I pray to you, The-Only-God of my entire being. ‘I love You beyond any imagination; You are at the core of my being; I breathe You; I eat You. You are in My Blood, under my skin – I cannot get you out! I starve for you!’ My Spirit cries out, in agony, in huge pain…!”


“…”


“What kind of love is this? So deep, so profound, beyond anything else in existence! I love you! I love you! I have never loved before – that is the revelation that I have had! Every experience before meeting You was all a mere game. I have always, always loved only you!”


“…”


“My hunger for you is insatiable, you are my
divine greed! I pour you inside of me with passion, with huge desire and expectation, with immense pleasure and great agony! What sort of love is this? What sort of fire is encompassing my being? Sometimes, I believe that I am going to lose my mind! Come to me, once more! Let me touch your lips again, save me!”

 

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Memories

They are a blessing – sometimes.

But other times – they become massive chains

that attach you to your illusory past.

They should be only

a record of your struggles and victories.

Not a recipe-of-your-future.

They should be the revered path

That led you here.

Not the secret cancer eating you inside.

Be grateful for each experience,

But remember that

The best is yet to come.