What is your secret life?
The life you live in secret is the one where your words have the power to mold souls.
The life you live in secret is the one where your song melts into a melody worth listening to.
The life you live in secret is the one that transmutes the pain sensed in tenderness into the beauty that only truth can bear.
The life you live in secret is the one that can only be lived out loud.
The life you live in secret is not meant to be a secret.
The life you live in secret is the one that wants to tell itself to you if you would dare to hear its cries.
It needs to cry now because maybe we didn't listen when it whispered nor when it tugged at our sleeves.
Your body knows the secret.
It holds knowings that it is eager to offer to you.
It holds worlds inside that are longing to express themselves.
It is not the eyes of others who give you your strength.
It is the resounding echo of your own voice that teaches you who you truly are.
No outside gazes can ever affirm the worth of your soul.
Yet your soul cannot live without shining in all directions.
And when you allow that,
People notice.
And they are inspired to summon those same pieces of themselves,
The ones that now smile in recognition and remembering.
What is the life you harbor inside that is dying,
Literally dying to get out?
What is the life you keep secret that actually wants to speak and to give and to live?
What is the call that you are trying to stifle knowing it is useless to keep it quiet for even a dull roar resounds?
You do not have to drop everything and fall to your knees and repent,
Though you might,
But you do have to drop everything you thought you knew and what you thought you wanted and who you thought you were.
And that may feel like a death at first.
Something always dies before the new life enters.
Something has to make space for what's becoming.
Today you find yourself here on the threshold,
The one you chose or the one that chose you despite yourself,
Lifting your feet from the ground as if buoyed like a balloon in love with the heavens.
After the world that you imagined for yourself falls away,
You must dust yourself off and start clearing everything out.
In doing so,
You reveal the ground again.
You honor that what is broken has become a doorway.
You honor that what falls apart may be the beckoning of a new start.
You see that all the secrets you have kept now lead you to the truth that always knew itself and which now quakes in the relief of being honored,
Known,
And seen.
You set your soul free like a caged dove who remembers its wings in the instant that the doors swing open.
You thought that you had lost who you were and what you knew,
But as you shed this life you lived in secret,
The ground begins to rise to meet your feet and it presents possibilities that become your teacher,
Your student,
And your guide.
When you leave your worries behind and start to trust,
You do not have to rebuild right away.
You may even be called to sit and stay,
Just noticing for now the dazzle in the dust.
And when you rise again,
You do so with love and with courage,
With strength and with serenity.
You follow your fascination.
You know that the music that you are most moved by is the one that is sourced from the deepest place within.
You no longer keep yourself a secret.
The world can find you,
Can see you,
Can love you,
And as it does you find yourself delighted with your place in it.
You belong to the way you dance with what is,
To the slow fluidity of following footsteps that have always been your own.
You
