On this rising, I was called forth as a channel for resurrection. Such an energy that transcend fear by replacing it with forgiveness. Powered by endless patterns of love. On the cusp of a full moon, I make the decision to let go of my grievances against others and ask for healing in places in my heart that tend to deviate from love. Wounds that during my crucifixion infused into my good nature and tried to harden me.
I am angry. But I am willing not to be.
I have been condemned. And my name, hardly escaped by judgement.
Is this not the path of the chosen?
To be presented with discourse and still have the courage to prevail.
Be hated by those you have committed your path to and still love them proudly and unconditionally.
Is this not a miracle?
On this rising, I have understanding.
That my forgiveness is my contribution to healing.
Felineisms 