When is our worth good enough?
What does one do to mend this void with a tender heart?
To console its heavy grief from years and tears of chasing a dream of peace that haunts it?
What beckons at our spirit?
To come forward when feeling this yearning for wholeness?
To come into our hearts more and less outward?
Who are we when we let go of aspiring to such heavy false truths that ask us to expend energy from our hearts that could savor further in stillness?
The space in which the truth of who we are waits if we just slow down and listen?
Swift curtains of restlessness,
Burdens hearts that feel lost from this completeness with the self,
Severed from spaces of rest,
From hope and from trust in the satisfaction and solace of just being still.
But if I am to meet with my worth,
Then I must find it in the tender moments before me.
I must find it in my breaths,
In my beating heart that blesses me with life,
In the pureness within me that loves me so,
And in the parts of me that don't feel empty,
Lost,
Or broken.
I must meet worth in my commitment to focusing on these places,
Tethered to the depths of my soul,
Where I'm no longer questioning my need to have more,
To feel enough,
To be more,
And simmering joyously in the knowingness that I already am.
In making peace with my heart,
Where my worth is no longer in doubt,
I shall caress the tips of my tears with love and find gratitude in being able to express such emotion.
I shall lift my face into nature's breeze and find peace in its gentle embrace.
I shall hold reverence and comfort in knowing that the parts of me in pain are the parts awaiting the touch of my tenderness.
In moments of my worth,
When the dark night of my soul presses against the tips of my tongue,
Wishing for me to speak ill towards myself,
I shall come back to the promise of love I made,
To unconditionally accept the disharmony that makes me who I am,
And hold it kindly in care.
I shall remember the seat of my highest self,
That it transcends the thoughts I carry in the shadows,
That keep me from remembering my inherent right to seek joy,
When remembering my worth,
Sifting through the painful debris that dims the light of my soul as necessary,
Wiping away the parts of me that cannot receive the love I am meant for.
Our radiance and truth sits within the heart's expansion,
Where it is free to breathe openly,
And able to receive the beauty of our innate power.
When all else fails,
And your worth comes into question,
Remember the brilliance of you that sits behind your unwounded self,
The bridge to the purity of your soul,
The place where your beingness lovingly holds you in reverence,
Waiting for you to tap into your soul's expansion.
