To My Love

Dearest Sweet One,

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My Little star, I am happy to welcome you with open arms. I can see the look the wonder and awe in your eyes as I wrap you safely in my arms, safe within the cocoon of this space. Closing my eyes, I can hear the soft breath, slow heart-beat and whispers of your soul...and oh my, how beautiful...

 

Holding you tightly within my embrace, softly caressing your soft hair, I dream a world where you can be all of you, where you can embrace the wholeness of your being, to safely and freely explore the limitless and boundless depths and heights of your existent. 

I dream of a world where you accept yourself fully and are fully accepted for all that you are, no color, no creed, no religion, no past nor future that can bind you...where what were once shackles turned soft silk, a piece of fabric in the Tapestry of your existence...

 

My sweets, with my eyes close, what I see...and I feel...Oh, imagine this, Little Star.

A world filled with beautiful beings made up of stars, much like yourself, all coming to this playground that we call Earth, with a unique constellated blueprint that serves as their lesson plans, their missions, their medicine, their magic...all beautifully unique...and beautifully united with a thread that connects all of us to one another...

 

How glorious and delicious it is to move with the rhythm of our soul, no longer doubtful of our own power and magic. We move with the winds under the full moon, and we run barefoot with the wolves through the midnight forest, feeling the lusciousness of moss between our toes. Breathing the rich and abundant air of the forest after a fresh rain, the moss between our feet, our being one with the sky above, the Earth below, the light within and the connection with out. We are present within our soul's essence. 

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Kneeling down, digging our hands into the earth, rooting our being into the earth and diving into the depths of our darkness, we find the sweet embrace of the Mother and she holds us as we witness the shadows, the tendrils that once served us at some point...freeing them like dandelions seed flying away...we set our shadows free...and so... we set ourselves free...

 

Free to fly through the open air relishing in the fresh fog that has settled onto the tree lines, we fly across the land witnessing the cycles of life where every moment is a moment of new choices, where choices are not bounded by right nor wrong but simply experiences where we play in this playground understanding what aligns and what does not align to my soul's mapping, my soul's declaration, and my soul's rhythm. 

 

And this..my love, this is a quiet revolution of our soul's homecoming where every breath is the blade that cuts through the shadow, where every act honoring our soul's rhythm is the olive branch in the chaos...your voice no matter how loudly you speak or how soft-spoken you are..holds the power to create change...how your very presence, your delicious presence...where living is the ultimate act of divine defiance. 

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My sweetest little one, the very act of you listening to your soul's rhythm and the lightness you hold yourself even as you dance through the muddy waters in the middle of the storm.... you are a beacon...truly a star in the blanket of the night sky lighting the way for others to also do the same... the greatest gift that you can give others another, my love, is your whole, raw, real, wise, wild, and free self... because..by you living your words, living your medicine, living your art...you are giving all those connected to you the permission to fiercely be all that they are too. 

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And...that...is something special. ​

Let your legacy, your life...Be A Moving Prayer, A Symphony, An Art of your deepest Soul’s Expressions of Truth, Love, Light, Joy, Peace, Sovereignty, and Divinity.

Death is not the end. It is Only The Beginning!​

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I walk this path with you....

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Love Dearly, 

​​Akandára​​​