Blind, dirty and worn
blood under nails
scars upon hearts
crawling scared –


I welcome you all
home, on the throne 
of Spirit’s truest love 


Seeing me like this
joy’s flow abounding 
smiles and gazes free
embracing wholly –


Imagination fails
to show you my own
blindness, dirt and wear 


Still I love you –
not for potential’s sake
but just as you are, broken
yet trying – beautifully devoted –


I see in you all I can
myself, my genius, my lack –
we are united in beingness 


I was afraid before
but didn’t remain there –
now I’m here, blessed to share
expressing only as purity 


Join me on the other side
where fear is invitation to play –
making friends with monsters

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