My throat is tired,
from crying
from repetition.
I thought, maybe today
you asked because you wanted to know.
I wish you would stop
until you are ready.
because I am not speaking from the theoretical
not about these things.
these beliefs survived
so much to stay.
they are linked to me.
I am not convinced because I am persuaded.
I am convinced because I have lived this.
it is not a creed I adhere to.
or a community I joined.
I wasn’t vulnerable to lies.
I am rejoicing in truth.
I am free.
Here I am seen
heard
accurately perceived.
Loved.
I am loved.
Not my work,
my thinking,
my integrity,
my character,
Me.
I am loved because I Am.
I always was.
every time you dealt a blow to my heart
with a declaration
or a label
or a thinly veiled judgement,
I was still there.
I just retreated.
I held myself back from you.
But here,
in the place where being is more necessary
than knowing, or doing,
here I am loved.
this place is sacred.
and you trespassed today.
invalidation does that.
You invited yourself over
to condemn me.
For learning how to live and love
and commune with Spirit
bear fruit,
thrive,
benefit others
to come out of darkness
into the light.
I did that.
I chose love over hate.
I decided the words of the Word were true.
That I am Loved.
I am known… hair of my head to deepest depths.
I am provided for… everything I need for Life Physical, and Spiritual
I am seen, anticipated…. since the foundation of the world
I am craved… by one who’s deepest joy is to sing over me
I am trusted… with what is created, and what I will create
I am powerful… life and death are in my tongue
I am heard… from the words to the heart beat, no sound hidden.
I am designed… flawlessly, with purpose specific and general
I am child… beloved, chosen, heir, by one who cannot take it back.
I am worthy… by birthright.
I am.
I. AM.
unconditionally I am.
And it is not within the realm of man
to override this reality,
or to cancel by belief this truth.
Many things were left to man
In fact all things were left to man…
except this one thing:
The intention of the Maker in our inception.
I was conceived in the imagination of the Source,
Not as an option
But as a definite contribution to the universe
And I exhibit that same creative power.
This is my sacred space.
And you are not permitted to enter.
Here, I am, with the I Am.
We are one, and we are enough.
I think you will find,
you have your own space,
And when we bring what we made
to community
I think we will find we are still one.
I am not you. You are not me.
Our Source speaks the same story
in our own tongue.
I love you.
In the retelling,
there is harmony.
Not unison.
Harmony,
Hear. it. Resolve.