All is Love

Every part of life is Love

Hard to understand when the Love Hurts

Hard to understand when the Love leaves bruises on flesh and hearts

Yet those are the tough kinds of Love

The ones where we are taught lies

So that we can find our own Truths.

We become archeologists

Sifting through the debris of our pasts

To find the parts of ourselves we buried.

Within each lie there is a hidden gem

Hold it up to the light when you find it again

There you will find the truth in the lies &

The grace in the suffering

You were Love and you were Loved all along.

Just as the crucible smelts ore into usable metal,

The fires of transformation shape us 

From raw materials into something greater

All through Love we become our Greatness

Even when it seems we are surrounded by darkness. 

Namaste

See also: The Spiritual Foundry

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