I'm Too Much - Poem Meditation

Poems are little jewels that strengthen our own life experience. Together with wisdom of the universe. Because they can touch us. And how can something touch us if it hasn't been experienced? So let's dive together into our hearts, bodies and breaths to receive an experience,
and share, and know that you are not alone.

Transcript

Hi, My name is Alexandra and I want to try this thing with you where you listen to a poem I'm reading out and you're using it as a meditation. Because poems are really little jewels that string our own life experience together with the wisdom of the universe. Because they can touch us and how can something touch us if it hasn't been lived, If it hasn't been experienced out there. So when you're ready let's begin and dive together into our heartstrings, Into our breath, Into our bodies to receive and experience and share and know that you're not alone. So here comes I am too much by Chelan Harken from a book called Let Us Dance. I am too much. It's time to refrain and reclaim the phrase I am too much. It's time to practice being okay with it and leathering ourselves in it and basking in all that we are. Here goes I am too much. I want to devour sums for breakfast and kiss the center of every heart. I am too much for nicer teas. All I want is to experience the inmost nectar of the soul. I am too much. I'm divorcing myself from the timid, Ongoingly gray life of a repressed sky. Let's dive in to the center of our storms. I am too much for small ideologies to encourage me to live in the margins of the heart on the outside of life. I am too much to be appropriately tipsy. I want to pop the cork of the world and make all things intoxicated with glee. I am too much. I want to stalk God all the way home to the center of every beauty and sweetness. Go forth glorious too much ones and pour your rivers of light that quench the world. Go forth and feed every tavernous soul from the generous table of your heart knowing your essence as one of peace, Not femme. Go forth and live in a way that reminds people how abundantly luminous each night is, Adept in her stars. Let your too muchness be your devotion. God, After all, Is the queen of too much, Polyamorous with every religion and every heart as she is and she does not stop making her point after only one galaxy. Yes by all means, Be too much. Your heart was made to be gone, Gone, Not a penny whistle. Your beauty is a downpour, Not a strangle. Your voice is a nourishing meal for the hungry world, Not a garnish. Your too much has been a tight judgment that rises to tie down your vastness and constrains the cosmos within you. Reclaim it and pour forth your stars. Reclaim it and become just the right size to hold the universe.

Reviews

What I really needed to connect with. I'd forgotten that I've felt too much, too big, too much energy around some people. I recalled that I try and make myself smaller to fit in, be accepted. But maybe my job is to light the way to the vastness within ourselves. Just maybe. Thank you.

I cannot thank you enough for this. So beautifully read, with such deep understanding. Such perfect musical accompaniment. I will cherish this meditation.