Each time I fall into a dark hole
I come back to love
When the tyrants of fear
Bang on my door in the night
I come back to love
Even when the whole world
Seems doomed
I come back to love
When I fail, or fall, or miss the mark
I come back to love
When the righteous ghost within
Tells me it’s all wrong
And it really shouldn’t be like this
I come back to love
This love I come back to
Is a refuge not a hiding place
It’s a place where everything is allowed
All the dark thoughts
And terrible feelings
Where fear is not rejected
And failure is accepted
This love says
I open even to this
For love is the deepest acceptance
Of what is.
– Kaviji,
Image by Pezibear from Pixabay
Published by
mysticheartsong
After thirty years of teaching Inner City, Special Education students and
forty-five years of metaphysical studies, I have decided to share my life's philosophical understandings on this wonderful website. For me, everything in my life has been a spiritual experience from being raised in an alcoholic household, to marriage and teaching, and finally caring for an Alzheimer parent. I have sought at least fifteen, personal psychic readings to try and assist me as a wife, teacher and caretaker. I want to share the wisdom that I have gained from following the valuable spiritual guidance from my inner knowing and from heeding the advise of channeled answers from trusted psychics. At almost 70 years old, I am writing, traveling and enjoying retirement in Florida.
View all posts by mysticheartsong
Each time I fall into a dark hole
