We seemed so different on the outside. Different upbringings, lifestyles, religion, even different-colored skin. I used to look at my arm lying over your body in wonder of how different and beautiful it looked. Light against dark. But I think on the inside we always knew, we are the same, you and I.
I will surrender to the truth of all that is and all that I can co-create with the Divine, but first I will surrender to what hurts, to the pain that is holding me back from the highest version of myself.
I felt it deep within the indefinable essence that was my being. The one that had draped the white wolf’s skin and picked the stars and walked the paths to find other things. The one that now saw how love was the root of all things.
The love for you would see the mystic call within your veins as a gift, and not a curse, seeing your ocean-deep heart as a blessing to be explored and not something to run from when it opens wide.
People talk about unconditional love and aspire to give and receive it. But, like almost any other concept on a religious or spiritual path, it can be misunderstood or used to make one feel bad about him/herself.