My humanness is divine

I wrote this poem in 2016-2017. I was having a really hard time bridging what I was learning about spirituality and what I hated about myself. It was through writing this poem and a few others that I realized I was resenting my “humanness” and was trying to rise above it. As I wrote this poem, it taught me a more loving way to embrace all of me. There is a lot of joy, power and possibility in this poem. As you read it, I hope it helps you in some way! Big hugs from me to you!

My humanness is divine – a poem

I feel like I am split in two

right under my heart.

The split came into place

because I judged my humanness

as being less than perfect

as being un-divine.

Maybe it wasn’t me who started that feeling

but I have let it continue within me,

creating a divide and a separation

and an ultimate judgement.

I have strived for perfection and in

doing so, I have pushed down the

qualities that I perceived as being in the way

of this false sense of perfection I was seeking.

I had no idea I was pushing away myself;

that with each judgement, I was creating

a burial ground within me of all that I had

deemed unacceptable and unholy.

It is time for me to unearth my buried self.

It is time for me to reclaim and dig out the passage

between the humanness and the divinity that I am.

I made it impossible for there to be a connection 
between the human me and the divine me and the lower

half of me has been screaming for my attention for years.

I made it impossible to hear its screams, or at least

I made it possible for me to ignore them.

One step at a time, with a shovel of love, I will unbury and reclaim

all of myself.  With open arms, I will welcome me home

to my heart from its prison of hatred and shame.

With apologies and songs of joy I will work, patiently,

humbly and honestly, in order to create an opening within me

so that there can be no more forced burials, only

openness, love, compassion and tenderness.

All that I shoved down is what makes me human.

I am God’s perfect child, as a soul and as a human

and so are we all.

What have you buried within you? 

How are its cries for help, for your love and compassion and acceptance

manifesting in your life, in your health and in your body?

Hear the cries my dear friends.

It is time.

Yes, it is scary, but it is time to hear it and to own up to the truth.

You are divine.  You can’t hide it anymore.

Your humanness is holy and I am here to tell you that you can’t bury it

anymore.  Rise up and walk and open your arms to you.

You are perfect and holy just as you are

and you are your own perfect teacher.

You have been willing to go through all of this just for you.

It can’t be more perfect than that.

Find your shovel and humility, they are right there

in your heart.

Let me know what you find.

Much love to you.

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