Broken Open

Pure Love, Csaba Markus

How does it feel to be completely broken open? Everything exposed and vulnerable?
Do those open wounds hurt? Are they ever going to heal?

One day I am thinking that I am living in my nice secure life and then it all changes in a moment, with a question. There is no turning back now. There is no going back to what once was a reality for me. It was not reality though...it was a dream. A dream that I played a part in, but so did everyone else. Everyone played a part of supporting that dream, allowing it to continue.
How could I be so wrong?

I can't go back. No.

So, the questions remain...how will I live in my truth? How will I move forward? What is my truth? Where do I start and how do I get there? I want to walk this journey so badly I can taste it, smell it and feel it so intensely.

What does it mean to be me? I am love and sensuality and I crave pure raw honesty. Anything less seems to fall short and leaves me lacking joy. I want to experience life, to be thrown into it with the most intense of forces imaginable.

I am visualizing myself surrounded by love, by sensuality and by pure raw honesty. This is me broken open. Completely vulnerable and completely open to the amount of love that will flow.
There may be pain, but this time, no dream. This time I am the most real I can possibly be.

And it really doesn't matter if those around me are loving and sensual and pure, raw, honest. That is MY choice. My choice is so clear to me. So clear.

Broken open. Real. Raw. The healing comes when acceptance flows from me and to me. I am there.