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:
Thank you so much! Wishing you a nourishing and triumphant 2024!
Beautiful, thank you so much ~ a bright read for the first (sunshiny) day of 2024 .. I wish you every good great thing! xx