Be This Raw Beginner, Every Day.

I don't care how many degrees you have
Or what lineage you come from
Or what guru initiated you
Or how many sacred texts you've read 
Your credentials are irrelevant 
I want to dance with you
In the density 
I want to feel your
Unhidden brokenness
And savor
That luminous dark place
That shines
From the cracks
In your facade
I want to see the way your eyes
Look back at me
In that place where
We share
This absurd inside joke
Of being alive 
I want to see
The way you melt
Into the moment
With bravery 
Don't try to impress me, please
I want to see your honest terror
As you wobble into the unfolding
Mystery
Of the moment
Knowledge cannot teach you
How to pulse
In the fertile not knowing
Of the heart
Knowledge can not reveal
The wild innocence
Of your feral, love drenched being
Knowledge cannot strip you
Naked 
It can only conceal you
Your Ideas about truth
Are getting in the way 
Sweet child, see
God exists
In the uncertainty"
by Maya Luna

Qe hide from love. We hide in old relationships, old lives and old beliefs. In our perceived unworthiness of real love, we shield ourselves with what no longer fits. We wish on every falling star for love while silently doubting it exists at all. We write about it, sing songs about it and dedicate our waking lives thinking about it, all the while doubting our own deserving of that which we dream of. We ache for it and then hide under the blankets closing our eyes tightly.
What are we so afraid of?

Vulnerability. Surrender. Letting go of control. Believing. Change. Being unworthy. Being real. Trusting. Being seen. Releasing old beliefs. Hope. Rejection. All the components we fight against while desiring to open up completely and let someone in.

We are so afraid of rejection, we swallow our words. We are so blind to our worthiness and deserving, we swallow our truth. We are so deaf to the call of our heart, we swallow our deepest feelings, needs and desires.
Oh weary warrior, lay down the heavy armor that covers your heart. The time to fight against the tides of love is over.

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