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?
