|| The Jewel Inside Her
There she goes, fervently scratching, clawing away to meet the surface. She longs for the affection that she knows she will never indeed receive. For her, it is like an unending battle, hoping that one day she can escape from the limiting self from which she usually describes herself. For doubts and fears have perpetuated her being, keeping her in those hopeless bounds. The more she gives effort, the harder it is for her to understand the meanings of life and more so, the mysterious workings of her life. Does she not know that life itself is but her very own reflection? For time has not yet taught her this much. She mourns deeply for the thought of a life already lost, as she sees herself not able to fully put under her feet, the girdles of her life. She struggles to identify the many truths to her wonderful being. She views silence as her boundless sea of rejection.
But what she doesn’t know is that silence is her recipe to ferment all that she has inside of her. In her very silent moments, can she think and reflect. She goes over the images of her mind each day, sitting to reflect on the stories being told about her. In her silent moments, can she read the very script of her life. It is from this place can she begin to gain perspective and momentum, from which her life is moving. She starts to take notice now of the shape that she carries with her. She notices the gentle touch of her hands. She begins to appreciate the outer self of her life. For this much, no one has really shared with her all that she possibly is. Sometimes, there is great beauty in the words unspoken. For how can she begin to really appreciate herself if all that is told comes from her external world? For the world can only speak to what meets the very naked and natural eye, yet still many more secrets be held.
She finally realizes the woman in her, and takes hold of the feminine beauty which she radiates. She is filled with joy, for the love within her has been restored. She seeks not the external validation of her internal world. She cares no longer. For what she holds inside of her, she values much greater. There is a peace that rests within; this jewel, which she has found by searching within.
But what she doesn’t know is that silence is her recipe to ferment all that she has inside of her. In her very silent moments, can she think and reflect. She goes over the images of her mind each day, sitting to reflect on the stories being told about her. In her silent moments, can she read the very script of her life. It is from this place can she begin to gain perspective and momentum, from which her life is moving. She starts to take notice now of the shape that she carries with her. She notices the gentle touch of her hands. She begins to appreciate the outer self of her life. For this much, no one has really shared with her all that she possibly is. Sometimes, there is great beauty in the words unspoken. For how can she begin to really appreciate herself if all that is told comes from her external world? For the world can only speak to what meets the very naked and natural eye, yet still many more secrets be held.
She finally realizes the woman in her, and takes hold of the feminine beauty which she radiates. She is filled with joy, for the love within her has been restored. She seeks not the external validation of her internal world. She cares no longer. For what she holds inside of her, she values much greater. There is a peace that rests within; this jewel, which she has found by searching within.