A quiet messenger...
Feeling, feeling — there you are. You are not me as I am not you, Moving through me like a wave, here to be seen, to be felt, to be heard. Feeling, feeling — for so long I denied you. I abandoned you. Ashamed of you, pushing you away, angry with you, afraid of you. Feeling, feeling — but not anymore. I welcome you with open arms, knowing you come with a message. A bearer of truth, of wisdom — a doorway to deeper self-knowledge. And, if I let you, a doorway to greater happiness. Feeling, feeling — you reveal my inner landscape: my truths, my beliefs, my desires, my boundaries, my expectations, my dreams and my fears — the parts of me asking for attention, for softness, for healing. Feeling, feeling — thank you for being here. Thank you for taking me home to where I am meant to be. Feeling, feeling — I love you. Feelings arent obstacles, but doorways. What are your feelings asking for when you truly listen?