Buried. Buried Alive in a body. The true self covered over with shovel-full after shovel-full of self criticism, self judgement, self blame, self shame . . . creating a dirty reflection in the mirror. How beautiful, how perfect . . . how beautifully perfect . . . like dry, dead leaves falling onto the earth, effortlessly life embraces them, breaks them down, assimilates them . . . drawing on their nutrients for the next generation of life. There is an intelligence directing all of life perfectly. Wrap your arms around the darkness you see in yourself. Hold it like you would a child. Love it and it will nourish your growth. It’s the food for your expansion. All that feels dark, painful, overwhelming or stressful exists as part of a greater cycle of life. Resisting it creates more of it. Loving it creates the contrast needed to paint a beautiful life. It’s where knowledge, awareness, beauty and wisdom come from. Sit with the feelings moving through you. Watch the thoughts pass by and notice life breathing you and beating your heart . . . not needing anything from you. Love, forever present . . . holding you . . . as you. Life bursting from the earth of your body. Buried Alive, forever alive in a beautiful body of flesh and bones wherein you have the gift of being able to “feel” and “experience life.” You’re alive. It’s a miracle!