I like to wake with the sun
sit alone and listen to the birds tell their stories
I like to watch each of my thoughts escape from my grasp,
They float off on the breeze, and I smile as they pass
I am not my thoughts, I am the consciousness behind them
This is important work for me, this sitting in silence
I have to accept that believing what my thoughts tell me, would lend itself in the long run
to a deep rooted misunderstanding about the nature of me
See Someone told me once, that I was a sinner—-that I was in need of saving, and that my own being was so corrupt,
so contaminated
that I could not be trusted to save myself
I believed it, oh-how completely and fully I believed it, I built my whole life around it
Every single day, I placed my value and my worth in the hands of another and I believed that following the paths laid before me, was the way of love, all the while, not loving myself
Then, I started to look at the brave ones, the greats, the ones history tells us to trust, and I started to see that unlike brainwashed me, they’d stepped out on their own, they’d branched off from their crowds, they’d left the comforts of that which had always been for them, to pave a way to what could be
And they did it alone at first
And each and every journey they took, began with getting to know silence
——-I’ve heard it said before that sometimes the quiet is violent
And I’ll agree
The inner work that has to be done to undo Every Single False Belief you ever let sit in your psyche because someone before you planted it there, will break your fucking bones
But, YOU can and YOU will put them back together
And when you do, NO ONE will ever be able to deny the radiance that is and always was YOU, from the moment you were born—there was no magic age when suddenly you went from worthy to unworthy—-you, simply by being here were enough all along
NO ONE will affect you with their thoughts or their beliefs about you………or themselves
For you, you see right through it
And you understand that Somebody Somewhere told them about their condition and they believed it and they chose it, and they’ve made it work for them-so they built a life around it, and it’s comfortable, and you remember what that’s like….
But never do you wish it for yourself again
Because as for me, I like to wake with the sun
Sit alone and listen to the birds tell their stories
I like to watch each of my thoughts escape from my grasp
They float off on the breeze, and I smile as they pass
And, I am not my thoughts, I am the consciousness behind them
Singing Over My Bones 