The Journey of Self Love; Coming Home

As I walk this path

Next to my Brothers and Sisters of Humanity

My mind loses self

And gets lost in the other.

As story lines play through

The mind plays games

Creating dramas in the brain

Trying to love another

Is not the same

When the self

Has no love

For it’s own.

To truly love another

As a sister or a brother

We must go within

And fill up our own cup

So that the love we have for the world

So too, touches up.

If we take our two drops

And drip them into another’s mouth,

We shall be left empty

None for another

Or for the self,

As a cup who is empty

Has surely run out.

We must be full,

For ourselves,

Then for others.

Fill up our own cup

A love so tangibly thick

That it pours out of our pores

Energetic veins leaking love into our auric field

And we don’t even have to try.

As we meet ourself,

Time and time again

With love and compassion

We meet the world around

With the same love that we all deserve.

To offer ourselves our own love

Is to offer ourselves to God.

Fill up your own cup, darling,

And see the everlasting flow of love

That seeps through your pores, Into the veins of society,

Your chest is a well for Infinite amounts of Love.

The Heart is a space within,

So shine that Love on yourself

And you shall always win.

The heart is sad when we turn against it’s powers.

We must honor the heart as we honor God,

Over the mind, our Heart has Power.

Love is the Force, The power,

It is True.

When religions talk about Heaven,

They speak solely of the Space between your boobs.