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A Meditation for Courage and Strength
I am grateful that when I open my eyes to the light of a new day
I am reborn and renewed within that moment.
The dawn brings new possibilities
for love, hope, and blessings of great wisdom.
I listen to the rhythm of my open heart
and it is strong and powerful.
Each beat of my heart, reminds me of how far I have come and how much I have endured.
Each beat of my heart, reminds me that I am worthy of this life, and that I am here for a greater purpose.
Today, I meditate on my heart.
I listen to its gentle song within me.
Today, I embrace my heart.
I find peace in knowing that even when I have given up on it
It has not given up on me.
Thank you ancestors, for empowering my soul so I may be in the best alignment with my internal truth.
Thank you ancestors, for igniting my path so I may walk with ease upon this planet.
I walk each step in honor of myself and in honor of this day that has been gifted to me.
I know that with each breath that I take, I am a living prayer
courageously walking upon the miracle
of an ever unfolding dream.
Ascension (A Poem)
I was never left behind,
and I was never alone,
for the illuminating words of divine grace fell upon me,
like a halo of raindrops that consumed my cold and battered body.
It found this lonely bird within the still cave of darkness,
cradling itself against the crumbling walls of its war-torn mind.
These swollen limbs became as weightless as a distant memory,
and there was only the subtle breath of the enchanting light before me.
This light activated the calling of my hollowed heart into a state of remembrance,
and I could feel the strength of my eternal heartbeat being restored,
like the constant and deep rhythm of an ancient drum,
which had lovingly called upon me,
to follow it.
I could see the wandering traces of my mother,
the sweat upon her weathered face,
the tattered wrap which clung to the side of her waist,
were as furrowed and beautiful as the bark of the marula tree,
which buried its deep roots next to the doorway of our humble home.
My mother proudly looked upon me, resting my face within her trembling hands.
There was the whisper of a smile,
and then it was gone,
quietly drifting into the open mouth of creation.
In these moments, I could feel and taste every hue and every melody of that sunlit day.
The colors were rich and vibrant,
endless reds that could go on for an eternity, the dance of golden yellows that uplifted my spirts,
and warm indigos that sheltered me within its deep embrace.
These colors created a shining field of memories before me, as if the world were made from the
pure ecstasy of firelight.
From the spiraling void of this unfolding dream,
an expanding orb of tremendous light came before me,
gently manifesting its melodic vibration into form.
It presented itself in the image of a slave,
but its chains and shackles had fallen from its limbs.
A radiant stream of arresting light emanated from within its eyes,
and I could only feel the sensation of stillness and peace within me.
This being implanted a message inside the desolate ground of my broken heart,
and had come to guide me into the realm of everlasting love.
I was lifted above the crashing ocean waves,
which was so black and boundless,
that I could not tell the difference between it and the tearful night sky above me.
Only the bitter stars could stand to separate them.
The shell of my body,
had actualized into a state of pure consciousness,
so luminous that even the inviting sun would envy its embrace.
A soothing rush of golden flames enveloped me,
blooming and expanding within the core of my soul,
existing with no direction or reason.
It was the eternal creation of my unfolding dream,
and I had readily come home,
to claim it.