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The Beauty
The doors to the world
of the wild Self
are few but precious.
If you have a
deep scar,
that is a door,
if you have
old story,
that is a door.
If you love the sky
and the water
so much you almost
cannot bear it,
that is a door.
If you yearn for
a deeper life,
a full life, a sane life,
that is a door.
~Clarissa Pinkola Estes
I no longer care whether the world is an illusion or whether it is real. Whether God exists or does not. Whether I reincarnate or come to a full stop when this body dies. I no longer care about being spiritual or being enlightened. I care only that I live as the open hand in the midst of that which offends me. That I surrender my self-righteousness when it rears its tight fist. That I meet you in tenderness without needing to take care of you or please you.
I am no longer scared by dark feelings, because nothing is dark when it is fully allowed. Sadness, regret, loss and despair … all these are children of…
