Sometimes there are lots of people, sometimes there are few.
The only thing that matters is that you are the most YOU.
Show up and grow up,
Ascend and Transcend.
The glory is in the connection,
Between two students, two humans, two friends.
There is no power like presence,
To see and be seen.
To behold the truth in our hearts,
And all the scars that lie in between.
We are exposed in the light of truth,
Bare naked and stripped of all veils.
Seeing from this place brings wonder, curiosity,
And blows apart the fairy tales.
Children as open vessels, we long to reclaim this way.
To be wide open and overcome by simple joy,
Oh this is truly play!
And so, we continue, collecting consciousness and reclaiming
Piece by peace unifying,
Story by story slowly dying.
Our freedom is born in the light of truth, the spark of joy
Liberation ascends within, clearing tired energies that have
Awareness, compassion and love unify our humanness,
Many hearts - many souls, free, sacred and luminous.
Oh my dear sweet child.
Rest yourself here in my arms, my embrace.
I’ve got you.
Lay your burden down. As the tears fall,
So too the shroud of sorrow that surrounds and casts shadows over your radiance.
Give me your heart and I will return you to
Give me your grieving heart and I will bring the solace of self-compassion.
Give me your love and I will restore your faith.
For your holy heart is worthy of pure love, the love that can only pierce through when
I am present in you.
So know my dear one, that I am inside of you: you are me, and your heart song is my voice through your being. And so, your sorrows are also mine – I hold you close as you float in the river of tears – I am your river banks and the current that washes it clean again.
I am a part,
And you are the WHOLE
When we are united.
As I fall into the darkness I reach out and find a hand—
A hand I recognize as my own.
Am I alone in this Abyss?
I call out to the shadow of Darkness surrounding me, and the black silence provides my affirmation.
This desolation–this vastness– seems to be where I begin.
This is where ‘I Am’ slumbers, equanimous and deep in its’ existence; never changing or disengaging regardless of the blips of arrival and quick departures from my ‘Self.’
Presence is meeting my hand in the dark.
Presence is feeling the aloneness of these fingertips meeting the cold and unknowing-Trusting the warm touch of Truth as I make my way towards the light.
‘I AM’ stands alone. I AM is not afraid of the dark.
I AM is present in every shadow and every sun beam.
~Lindsay Knazan Dec 2016