Stop trying to make sense of your life.
Let the messy matrix of your story line
be a living breathing thing.
Stop trying to pin it down
into neat little conclusions,
darling, the story is far from over.
Take off your shoes,
loosen your belt,
and see your life with softer eyes.
Show us your dark cupboards,
your dusty shelves,
the corners matted with cobwebs;
the world doesn’t need your perfection.
Let down your knotted hair
And bare your crooked teeth;
the world doesn’t need you beautiful.
Your heart has been whole all along, dear one.
Please hold it with gentler hands
as you learn the language it speaks,
willing to be misunderstood
as you stretch into more of who you are.
The best thing you can offer the world
is not your coercion, your effort or your ambition,
no. We are hungry for those with
a nourished inner life,
a brave spirit
and a creative dream.
Open yourself to the life within and before you.
Open so much that you become a place
where others can soften.
Bless those in your sphere of influence
by listening to the stirrings of your soul.
Go deep into the belly
of the sacred animal of your body
and dare to show us more of who you are.
Your growling, dribbling, ferocious aliveness
is welcome here.