You can’t choose me until you choose you. That’s what stands before you: you. And choice.
To be at choice with me requires that you choose you.
I see the hesitation born from a life time of conciliatory gestures which have slowly killed you within the intimacy of the sacred relationship which you should have with you and those you love.
But YOU is exactly what you and all your awareness turns from for unknown reasons.
That I can witness this in you is because I used to make the same choice in the sorry excuse of relationship which I allowed to rip me apart, dishonored, disrespectful of me.
I know you need to choose you because that is the only path back to you.
I tried other paths: the smother of addiction, the denial of depression, the skin scape of physical life rejection. Burying myself in work and the creative impulse fueled by that denial, smother, and scrape.
On such a path, enough becomes mantra. If I run fast enough, work hard enough, create more, fuck more, deny, ignore, lurch beyond my heart’s truth and pain. Then, maybe, that will be enough to make up for the choice of not me.
But there is not ever enough enough to temper the drowning tide of not choosing you.
One day may you understand the fragility of life built on these false hopes negating self-truth.
A false front, conciliation, enticing you away from you.
May you find the strength to finally reject conciliation as the path towards a fully expressed you.
Sacred relationship emerges from you trusting you. Sacred relationship builds, trust within truth. Sacred relationship grows because you choose you.
You reaches out to others to learn and grow and move self into the beyond of becoming You from now into the fullness of tomorrow, fully you.
A you no longer split or ignored or rejected.
Choose you and know you.
Now and forever.