Glory

When you begin to fold under
the weight of your glory
It’s ok to rest a while

We all get a little tired sometimes

This burden of awareness
that you are sacred
and magnificent
is new to your crown,

having just been placed there 
by your triumphant surrender
to the truth

When you see yourself as you truly are,
free of the nightmare lens
that painted you as grotesque;
an abomination only worthy of destruction;
you find a weightiness to the view
of your preciousness
and your worthiness
and your loveliness

Scarcity allows you to pack real light
Never worry about where to stow your wholeness
or your infinity
or your majesty
or your divine blessing

Self-loathing is heavy in other ways, I know
But it is a starving sort of heavy
weighed down only by longing:
The unbearable weightlessness
of that which is not here

So here you are now, in fullness
Feeling the weight of your own self-love
and adoration
and appreciation
and easy smiles
and gentle laughter

Welcome Home

Welcome home
to the weight of all that is here and always was here

Welcome home
to the weight of your continual and defiant embodiment

Welcome home
to the weight of your love, expressed

Welcome home
to the weight of your truth, made manifest

Welcome home
to the weight of your precious life

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