Each of us has an infinite capacity to love.
Yet we put rocks, sand and baubles in our jars
Out of fear, out of pain
Blocking our ability to fully receive
And acknowledge the vastness of our own greatness
Allowing the stories we’ve told ourselves
about why we cannot love
Gives them further solidity
Occluding from within the flow of love.
This truly is a labor of love,
Literally and figuratively.
For to clear the congestion,
these objections to love
Is to remove them, to inspect them,
To feel them, and allow them simply
To be, this is the lesson of love they were
Meant to be.
It is always our choice to see.
Namaste
images: Google
Love is always a choice.
Oh, I miss reading you Tiffany 😊
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Aww! Thank you, Andrei!
Sometimes I’m quietly working through my own trials, so I can share the gems 🙂
And sometimes I feel I’ve shared that process too many times to count 🙂
Hope you’re doing well!
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I’m doing fine Tiffany, thanks. Our battles can sometimes be a source of encouragements to others. Keep writing inspiring posts.
Regards.
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Yes, so true! And yes, that’s what I plan to do 🙂
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This is beautiful
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Thank you!
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