“I don't trust people who don't love themselves and tell me,
'I love you.' ... There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked
person offers you a shirt.”
Maya Angelou
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It all starts
With time spent within
Time connecting with our soul
Time hanging out in that place where we are most who we are
Really
That true self
But there is something else in there
God
The Sacred
Call it what you will
That something that connects us with all that is
Big
Bigger
Infinite
I call it God
We carry in us this presence
That makes us Sacred children
When we know our self
And that self knows the Sacred
And they dance
In that place we call soul
Then when we emerge
We come forth out of fullness
No longer needy
No longer needing to prove ourselves
No longer needing to grasp and grab
For
Whatever
No longer needing to destroy or devour
No longer needing to isolate or merge
No longer a naked person
Offering a shirt
Perhaps those we see who are most destructive in this world
Those who must bully
Those who play games
And maneuver, and manipulate
And abandon the old, the poor, the disabled
Are really the ones who are disabled
Maybe they are the ones with cripples souls
Never having found themselves
Never having connected with that
With protects and loves
And allows us to look beyond our self
And truly see
Maybe
Maybe, for all their wealth and power
They have never learned to love
Themselves
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