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We rarely hear the inward music,
but we’re all dancing to it,
nevertheless.
And the day came when the risk to remain
tight in a bud was more painful than
the risk it took to blossom.
The Journey
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting their bad advice--
though the whole house began to tremble
and you felt the old tug at your ankles.
“Mend my life!” each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations--
though their melancholy was terrible.
It was already late enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen branches and stones.
But little by little, as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn through
the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice,
which you slowly recognized
as your own, that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world, determined to do
the only thing you could do-
determined to save the only life you could save.
Let yourself be silently drawn
by the stronger pull
of what you really love.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of god. Your playing small doesn’t serve
the world.
There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other
people won’t feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is
within us.
It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.
And if we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give
other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence
automatically liberates others.
