Shame: The Thief in the Night

If Wheaties is the breakfast of Champions,
Shame then is the breakfast of the opposition.

Shame robs us, blinds us, confines us.
Whether we are aware of it or not;
it takes from us our vitality, as if a vampire.
yet it is us sucking our own selves dry.

Shame about our bodies inhibits their peak performance;
blocks us from seeing the magic of our creation,
prevents us from our fullest sexual expression.
keeps us from singing our truths and moving forward in it; unfettered; uninhibited.
shame makes us feel bad when we accomplish or have things others wish they had;
blocking our appreciation and our prosperity all at once.

Shame! It is blame turned inwards.
The words of our caretakers haunt our daily actions.
For so long we have just accepted it,
Carried it forward, having inherited it.
Now is the time to shed this shame,
really, truly, finding no one else to blame.

It takes digging, it takes prying,
not just cutting down the weed,
instead going to the very roots
pulling each one firmly yet delicately,
to unearth it. Destroy it. Prevent it from
causing our further decay.
Living in shame is a living death.
Let’s free ourselves from it!

By so doing, we reclaim our truths.
We reclaim the things once taken from out our
innocent hands.
Perhaps things we didn’t even understand
were lost to us.
Continuing this pattern of shame,
comes at a great cost to each of us.

Let’s now reclaim from shame the things once stolen,
Let’s now take back our things once taken.
Let’s reclaim from shame our truest expressions found in:
the beauty of our songs, whether written, sung or imaged
the beauty of movement in life, in our bodies, in sexual connection
the beauty of our bodies; each unique and magical
the beauty of our sexual expressions; no need for blocking our truest desires*
the beauty of lives, of our abundance that we overlook or do not fully receive
the beauty of our connectedness; even with unique expressions we are One.

Shame for too long has ruled my life.
Each day, I take something back.
Each day, I choose differently than to feel bad for being me; for having needs.
I use to say “I’m sorry” about everything;
underlying this was an apology for my own existence,
my own needs; my own desires!
Yes, I do still apologize and empathize, but no more for being me; no longer for existing.

Now I say “Thank you” more and more.
Grateful for seeing my own beauty, for the loosening of the things that have bound me to a lesser experience, no longer fearing the creativity with which I express myself.
Grateful for the connections with others, finding beauty in each of you,
the more beauty I see in you, the more I see it in me. And vice versa!

With each knot that we loosen,
with each root that we pull,
we take back our own oxygen, our own vitality.
no longer choosing to be obscured by walls built falsely.
Releasing the bindings, we each move more freely.
Free to be the we that we are here to be.
The I am that I am.
The We are that We are.

Dive deeply into your heart,
Please, for each one of us who does our part
makes this life less restrictive,
less inhibited for the others.
After all, we are all connected!

*have you seen the movie “Summer of Sam?” The most memorable story line for me was the one of the married couple. He felt that the only way to have sex with his wife was missionary style, I believe she was even in a nightgown. Their sex life was very utilitarian: “wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am.” She wanted more variety, more intimacy. He would not hear of it. Instead, he fucked whores in his car to meet his sexual desires. This was such a sad thing for me to see. And at the time, I thought I was sexually free…little did I know how much I was truly blocking! Loosening the binds that constrict me each day in new ways has freed me!

image: Photo credit: © Stokkete from Dreamstime.com

Namaste

__/|\__ Metta

 

4 thoughts on “Shame: The Thief in the Night

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    1. Thank you! I’m so glad you dropped by to say hi! Love to you, mama! I understand what you’re going through and I wish I could say more. Newborn phase is tough and I know there is so much more than that for you, too! Xoxo

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  1. This is, of course, spot on and beautifully expressed. Your talent for taking such a personally dark issue for you and writing it in a relatable and helpful way for your readers is wonderful. So great to see your love and acceptance radiate outwards. 💗Much love twin!

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