The chant is calling you home…

In our natural form we are already pure.
In our natural form we are already wise.
What prevents us from accessing this natural form is our own belief that we do not deserve it.
That we are unworthy of life, of beauty, of existence itself.

We have transformed ourselves in the ugliest of crones, or the most blood thirsty of crusaders.
We’ve done everything we could to convince ourselves that.. we could not be it. We could not be already perfect, already beautiful, already wise.

How long will you still be begging at the gates of your own kingdom?

The music has started, the chat is calling you home…

DN June 1, 2024