On healing the inner masculine
I know. I know you've wanted it too, I know. I know you would have loved it, cherished it, adored it, I know, baby, I know. I know you've dreamed about it, repeatedly, you've waited for it, on sad New years eves, on rehearsed birthday celebrations, on hot, supposedly festive days ending the month of July... You have wanted it; you have felt it; you have searched for it; you have resented it.
It never showed up, you hate it for that.
You never had it, I know that's why you hate it. But now it's time for you to learn how to give it, freely. Abundantly.
I know.
It was never given to you, but YOU must gift it away, for the survival of familiar souls,
you might even be right on time to rejuvenate your own.
"Letting go" lost its meaning in the reasons you gave yourself to validate separation. Today, you'll throw a party, to eternalize the holy day when you gave way to a new definition, a new direction, a new way of breathing, of dreaming, of forgiving, of being. The holy day when the feminine in you found her cure in the masculine you rescued, in you.
Free at last.
Whole, at last.
It never showed up, you hate it for that.
You never had it, I know that's why you hate it. But now it's time for you to learn how to give it, freely. Abundantly.
I know.
It was never given to you, but YOU must gift it away, for the survival of familiar souls,
you might even be right on time to rejuvenate your own.
"Letting go" lost its meaning in the reasons you gave yourself to validate separation. Today, you'll throw a party, to eternalize the holy day when you gave way to a new definition, a new direction, a new way of breathing, of dreaming, of forgiving, of being. The holy day when the feminine in you found her cure in the masculine you rescued, in you.
Free at last.
Whole, at last.
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| Art work by @betusharapatusha (account on IG) |
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