How I Became WARRIOR OF LIGHT

I fled ever fear 
And then fear controlled me. 
Until I learned to sustain fear as a NEWBORN or 
to listen, but not to surrender, 
to honor him, but not to worship him. 
Fear could not stop myself more, 
I walked with courage in the storm. 
I still feel fear, 
but no longer possesses me.

Ever, I felt shame for being who he was, 
and invited shame to inhabit my heart, 
I let him burn, 
and she said to me - "I'm just trying to protect your vulnerability." 
I thanked shame fondly, 
and put my feet on the path of life again, 
Shameless, rather with shame as a lover.

Once, I had great sadness buried deep within me. 
I invited her to come out and play, 
I cried oceans. My tear ducts were dried, 
and there I found great joy, 
Right in the middle of my affliction. 
It was the fact that I broke the heart that taught me how to love.

Once, I had anxiety, 
a mind that would not stop, 
thoughts that are not silenced. 
Then I stopped trying to silence them , 
and got out of mind, 
and I turned to the earth, 
the mud, 
where he held me tightly like a tree, 
firm, sure.

Ever, rage burned deep, 
and called rage to come to light, 
I felt her shuddering power, 
I felt my heart pounding and my blood boil. 
And finally I heard it . 
And I shouted: "! Respect yourself with all your strength now , " 
"I Speak your truth with passion" 
! "Say no when you mean no" 
! "Walk your way with courage , " 
"Do not let anyone speak for you! " 
anger became an honest friend, 
A guide to trust, 
in a beautiful wild child.

Ever, loneliness struck a chord, 
tried to distract myself and anesthetize, 
looking for people, places, things ... 
I even pretended to be "happy". 
But soon I had to stop running. 
And I fell into the heart of loneliness, 
and I died and was born again, 
in an exquisite solitude and calm that connected me with all things. 
Then I no longer was more desolate, but only with life. 
My heart became one with all other hearts.

Once, I ran away from difficult feelings. 
Now, they are my counselors, my confidants, my friends, 
and they all have their home in me, 
and all belong, and all have dignity. 
I am sensitive, soft, fragile, 
My arms snuggle my inner child. 
And in my sensitivity, my power is. 
In my weakness, my firm presence.

In the depths of my wounds, 
in what I had called "dark", 
I found a blinding light 
That now guide me in this path of light. 
I became a warrior, 
when I turned to myself, 
and started listening.

No man or woman who can sit around a campfire and tell others: 'I've always done the right thing'. Who claim this lie, and have not yet learned to know himself. " 
The Warrior of Light always tries to improve. Each stroke of his sword carries behind centuries of wisdom and meditation. Each blow must have the strength, the skill of all the warriors of the past, which still continue to bless the fight. 
WALL OF AN ANGEL, JACKIE LYZ INFINITE LOVE AND

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