Even In The Struggle

Even in the struggle, you are loved.
You are being loved not in spite of the hardship, but through it.
The thing you see as wrenching, intolerable, life’s attack on you,
is an expression of love.
There is the part of us that fears and protects and defends and expects,
and has a story of the way it’s supposed to turn out.
That part clenches in fear, feels abandoned and cursed.
There is another part, resting at the floor of the well within, that 
this is how I am being graced, called, refined, by fire.
The secret is, it’s all love.
It’s all doorways to truth.
It’s all opportunity to merge with what is.
Most of us don’t step through the doorframe.
We stay on the known side.
We fight the door, we fight the frame, we scream and hang on.
On the other side, you are one with the earth, like the mountain.
You hum with life, like the moss.
On the other side, you are more beautiful:
wholeness in your bones, wisdom in your gaze,
the sage-self and the surrendered heart alive.

Tara Mohr

The Real Life

Don’t be greedy with the universe, she said to me.
But she didn’t say it in the mean way.
She didn’t say don’t dream big, don’t want things, don’t think you 
She meant: look at your life and trust it.
Notice how you have forever been given what you need.
Notice how, while you’ve been railing and ranting and wanting,
enoughness has gathered around you like stones around a fire,
How, while you’ve been making lists of what should be
wishing the set and costumes were different,
there was a whole other play happening on another stage.
The real life. 
Witnessed when you hand a dollar to the woman behind the register
in the color of an orange
in the magic laugh
Never calling, just crackling, speaking in tones —
the real life
Cup your hands and ask for it.
Start looking.
Sweetness. Honey in a bowl. Nectar.

Tara Mohr

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