If you could see yourself through my eyes you would see a being who is terribly flawed and at the same time completely perfect. Except there’s no such thing as terrible is there? And even if there was, who the fuck cares? If you were me, you would see that all those tiny ways you think you fuck up on daily basis are part of your inherent beauty. You would see your beautiful perfection reflected into a million tiny rainbows; the way a light hits the facets of a crystal and transmutes that light into an explosion of sparkles that can never be touched or tasted but exist nonetheless as one of the most magical and playful shows of celebration ever.
If you could see yourself through my eyes you would never look away. The love you would feel would ooze from your being like sweet, thick honey straight from the honeycomb. The creamiest and most deliciously sweet nectar, flower serum, honey bee creation .
If you could see yourself through my eyes you would know that it doesn’t matter what you do or say, what choices you make, you will always be valuable simply because of the way you see the world. Things look different through your eyes and no one could ever replicate your thoughts or synchronize concepts the way that you do. You’re fascinating. You’re captivating and you blow my mind.
If you could see yourself through my eyes you would know your own relevance to the point that you would no longer need to seek it out there. You would no longer need to fool yourself into thinking that in order to be valuable you needed to hit a certain note or make a certain amount of money or look a certain way or achieve a certain goal. It doesn’t matter, none of that matters and if you could see yourself the way I see you, you would know that fact so deep down in your soul that you would believe it.
This love, respect and awe I hold for you is heady. My heart is wide open and the edges of it don’t exist. It is sun and air and stone and water and breath. It is everything and needs nothing. It makes me cry tears of joy and it imbues me with such deep compassion and gratitude. For you. For your journey and your struggle. For who you are and who you wish to be.
You lack nothing. You are everything. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you would know that and you could rest. You too could feel down… so far down, deep deep deep down, into the endless presence of True Nature. And you simply couldn’t help but feel held, and loved and free.