Burning Ember of Honestity
Be honest to your heart, my beloved
What is that ember within you, my beloved, the one you’ve cradled with tender care, veiled in cloaks of hesitance? Let the masquerade end, this dance of shadows and pretense. No longer mute the luminous lighthouse of your spirit. Let the veil rise like smoke, the illusion dissolve like morning mist, the walls crumble like sandcastles. Arise, my soul’s companion, and broadcast your truth. Permit the world to gaze upon your authenticity, in all its raw, iridescent glory. Let your voice ring out, undiluted and fervent, echoing the symphony of your soul.
My love, you’re a cosmic aria, a ballad stitched into the universe’s grand tapestry, a sonnet crafted in the celestial language of cosmic devotion. Cast off fear. Cast off deceit. The mask of perfection is but a shackle, a glittering prison constraining the full panorama of your brilliance.
Discard this mask of perfection. What is its purpose but to overshadow your radiant spirit, dull your inner luminance, mute your heartfelt voice? Beneath this veneer of flawlessness, your essence is pining to soar, to waltz with the wind, to serenade under the starlight, to paint its vibrant colors across the canvas of life.
Stand resolute in your authenticity, dressed in your truths, shining in your charming imperfections. Let the world decipher what you’re composed of. You’re love and stardust, resilience and valor, dreams and fortitude, sorrow and joy. You’re a tapestry of emotions, a montage of odysseys, a tome of untold narratives, an unexplored cosmos of thoughts.
Be still, beloved. The world is not a stage demanding perfection but a playground thirsting for authenticity. End your retreat, embrace your truths, your idiosyncrasies, your peculiarities, your beautiful flaws. Display them with pride, as badges of honor, as the keys to your liberation.
Reveal your composition, my cherished one. For you are spun from galaxies and dreams, from courage and boundless love, interlaced with golden threads of sunlight and enigma. You are a living canvas, a masterpiece unfurling, continually evolving, continually blossoming. And that is your truth, the one you should proclaim with a joyous heart. You’re real, you’re magnificent, and you are more than enough, precisely as you are.
