The Broken Egg [Requestor is anonymous]
The strength of lions, and the pride of the ages.
For the conception to come to fruition, the union must be one of love, not duty. When the pistol and the stamen meet, there can be no fruit if the egg is broken.
Flowers to not grow FROM thorns, dear one. They can grow in the midst of them, but they do not come from them. If you wish for a fledgling to feed, you must find your inner strength, and forgive truly.
Nurture your forgiveness like a frightened doe or a scurrying mouse. Sheild it from the wolf. Keep your ears tuned like a rabbit for the sound of the arrow that would pierce your heart. The arrow of your own angry thoughts.
Do not let this negativity encroach. It is ruining everything. It is turning crystalline love to ashes. It is making what should be love into a caricature of it.
It should have Spiritual logic to you that you will not reproduce with someone for whom you hold rage in your heart. Indeed, it should make simple, common, mundane sense to you. There is no logic to the belief that you can bring forth joy from anger.
It is not your partner who is oppressed, it is your own heart. Your own hopes. Your own dreams. Remember the words of the great Teacher? "Unforgiveness is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die."
My dear, I do not ask for your forgiveness of him for his sake. I ask for YOURS and for YOUR CHILDREN'S sake. Do you not want to bring your life together?
I love you. I love you so truly, so deeply, so incredibly. I want to see you living a life of fulfillment, of joy, of harmony and synthesis.
But this cannot happen when you cling to your rightous anger. Your anger breaks the eggs.
A broken egg cannot bring forth life, beloved. Ever.
For the conception to come to fruition, the union must be one of love, not duty. When the pistol and the stamen meet, there can be no fruit if the egg is broken.
Flowers to not grow FROM thorns, dear one. They can grow in the midst of them, but they do not come from them. If you wish for a fledgling to feed, you must find your inner strength, and forgive truly.
Nurture your forgiveness like a frightened doe or a scurrying mouse. Sheild it from the wolf. Keep your ears tuned like a rabbit for the sound of the arrow that would pierce your heart. The arrow of your own angry thoughts.
Do not let this negativity encroach. It is ruining everything. It is turning crystalline love to ashes. It is making what should be love into a caricature of it.
It should have Spiritual logic to you that you will not reproduce with someone for whom you hold rage in your heart. Indeed, it should make simple, common, mundane sense to you. There is no logic to the belief that you can bring forth joy from anger.
It is not your partner who is oppressed, it is your own heart. Your own hopes. Your own dreams. Remember the words of the great Teacher? "Unforgiveness is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die."
My dear, I do not ask for your forgiveness of him for his sake. I ask for YOURS and for YOUR CHILDREN'S sake. Do you not want to bring your life together?
I love you. I love you so truly, so deeply, so incredibly. I want to see you living a life of fulfillment, of joy, of harmony and synthesis.
But this cannot happen when you cling to your rightous anger. Your anger breaks the eggs.
A broken egg cannot bring forth life, beloved. Ever.
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