ON JUDGEMENT

You can’t know me. 

Because you can only see me through the lens in which you view yourself.

So lay down your judgements.

Your hatred. Your spite. 

This spiritual movement of ‘self love’ and ‘boundaries’ has left you naked and alone in a field with nothing but your own perceptions being echoed back to you across a desolate land.

I am not who you think I am.

Nor am I what you believe me to be. 

I am not hating on you. Hurting you. Deliberately trying to banish you. 

How can that be so?

When I am a million particles of stardust woven intricately into the magic of Me. 

The magic of Love. 

You can’t touch me. Nor my essence. 

Especially when you’re naked in that field blowing flames of fury to a void that cannot capture your pain.

No.

The thoughts you project untoward me are merely a showcase of all the ways that you’ve failed to meet your Self.

I am radiant. And kind. Expansive and pure. 

So when you spit on me, or another, or anything you perceive to be less than unconditional love.

Take your poisoned cloth and wipe the surface down. 

Lay down your guard. 

And sit.

Then ask your heart,

‘Where am I missing parts of you? Can you show me the way?’

The world out there, and your view of the landscape, is tarnished by all the ways your heart’s needs have failed to be met.

So go there, to that field, not to judge another, but to deeply love yourself.

And when you love your Self.

Only then, can you be gifted a glimpse in into the love,

That is Me.