There is nothing wrong

Can you see it, my love?

You are beginning to wake up.

Can you see what we have done together?

You are ready to trust.

Can you see the perfection

of all the things you fought so hard against?

The pain of losing it all, the loneliness of chronic illness,

the stripping away of all you thought defined you.

You are beyond definitions.

 

The joy when the mind agreed that it was right,

the pain from thinking things have gone wrong.

There is nothing wrong.

Nothing can ever go wrong in this perfection.

 

You are standing, now, on the threshold,

knowing that your arrival here is inevitable.

In the quietness of your mind,

in this vast still place where you belong,

from which you came and to which you return,

you know the truth.

 

There is nothing wrong.

 

I will whisper it, in songs of love.

I will shout it , through screams of pain.

 

There is nothing wrong.

 

The heart slows, the mind stills, the eyes open,

blinking in this new reality, as old as time.

Trust all that comes,

love everything that arises as though you chose it.

You did.

 

Oh my sweet girl, there is nothing wrong.

You are free.