Allowing all the scars of my humanity to drop away. Believing, in this possibility. Meditating upon its reality. 

How often do I act and create through the scars of my existence? The ones imprinted deep in my root chakra, deep in my beliefs systems, deep in my wounds. My panic is born of that place, my anger also. If I allow my heart to become the lens I give my cosmic being permission to transmute the scars of planetary existence and my world changes. My words, thoughts and compassions shift out of self and into being. 

In this way, I am consumed by radiance