
This Too I Can Hold
A deep curiosity arises as I study my reflection in the mirror.
Glaring back at me are fear, anger, sadness, undeserving, shame, and
uncertainty.
My eyes wide open,
unable to turn away from my monkey mind. Tears saturating my face.
I am overwhelmed.
Staring at my dark
shadows is taking all the breath I have in this moment.
I will not look away.
Choosing to lean
into this murky space that I often run from. Recognizing this is my
grief staring back at me.
Kindness holds my
hand allowing me to be fully present in this moment with all that
surfaces.
I cannot be here alone.
I call upon
compassion and no judgment to stand beside me as I investigate the
thoughts, feelings, and stories playing around in my mind.
Remembering my
breath. My beautiful anchor. My sacred space. I begin to nurture
myself.
Feeling liberated.
My Buddha nature
whispers to me.
This too I can hold.
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