Would you dare to write a poem to yourself?
I have written many times for those I love, on the
experiences lived, on my dawns and my storms, to the lover and the heartbreak;
but never a chant to whom I am… and I wonder why?
To say “I have learned to love Me” is almost a challenge to all heavens and demons imagined, an invitation that summons all
our wounded aspects that come to defy us to demonstrate, like in a medieval
tournament, our value to integrate them and the love to ourselves that could
contain them.
Some say, “I have learned to love myself”, but it only
means that they have built a warm bunker to avoid being hurt, without risking living
at full or allowing a true experience of love. Others repeat that phrase, but
still, allow themselves shallow waters that do not honor their nature of oceanic
depths.
We have learned to put love outside; we have learned
to be humble and disqualify our gifts or our ancient journey… We have believed
that we are not the heroes of a magnificent human adventure.
Today, because I want, I choose to, and I can… I chant
to my ability to risk myself again and again within my own abysses and stars.
Today I send to hell every illusion that prevents me from realizing my own
divinity. Today I embrace every little space of my human and my great ability
to love… to acknowledge the daring navigator who continues to risk his soul without
fear to experience life. Today I sing to myself in my courage to dive inside me
in any universe I choose to explore.
Tibaire Cristina Gonzalez
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