Let yourself be stripped bare
Every moment is an opening,
a quiet invitation to turn inward,
to soften, to rest.
To meet the Beloved not in grand gesture
but in the gentle laying down
of all that defends and divides.
The weapons of self-protection,
the armor of becoming
can fall now.
They are no longer needed.
Let yourself be stripped bare,
naked before life,
before love.
Let all that you are
and all that you are not,
be revealed, held and seen,
in the unwavering light of the Divine.
There is no shame here—
only truth, only tenderness.
The lower gives itself not in punishment,
but in remembrance, reverence and love.
And what remains is simple and sacred—
already whole.
You are not redeemed by effort
but by surrender,
by the willingness to be nothing,
and in that… to be everything.
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