Your Majesty

Your Majesty

Having walked through the darkness I found myself, unable to contain the light.

It softens all my edges and calms my storms. I found myself in the eye of them all. In the stillness at the centre. I found myself, in boundless contemplation between worlds. I found myself formless. Timeless. Nameless. No thing- yet, all things.

I found myself, in nothing and in everything. Caught in a beautiful paradox.

Rising

Rising

Go deeper within, where the brambles tear at your skin and the sun is lost to the night. Go deeper, with only your breath and the sharp sword of your consciousness, and find the dark parts, the ugliness, the forgotten denizens that made a home of you. Find them and bring them back to the light. Bring them back, so you may look upon their true beauty and their purpose, and love them as yourself. Bring them back so that you may integrate them into your fullness, and in that integration they will become light, and you will rise.

Priestess

Priestess

You came to bring light, and to do that you had to suffer. So it Is. You feel everything with an intensity that is frightening. You see visions in colours other people are blind to. You hear music in the wind and the water and you dance like the fire to the beat of the earth; and the moon sings to you every night, even when she is hiding, even when you are hiding. My darling you are magical. The rain longs to kiss your face.

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