The Critic looks in

 

‘Falling in love with oneself’

A conceited narcissistic action…..

….sometimes told, or others might think!

For falling in love with your self

holds dis-ease in the world of the grudge,critic

And fall in love with oneself

we prepare to face with our judge

Loving the life that you live,

will others condemn your taste?

Love what you wear on your skin

Is that where the critic looks in?

Fall in love with your dance

Your movement and all that you are

And for sure in the depths of its pain

it will keep a good distance apart

Decide your unique in your world

And love all the mirrors you see,

Offer your hand to assist

So some can receive your kind touch

Offer your self and your joy,

Your passion and wonder at life

Notice the edges you touch

when it cant meet through its strife.

Notice the ones who reach out

And ask for some honest advice

See those who want to make change

And effect a new way of life

Reach out the love from your heart

Even to those you make hate.

Tell it for all that it is

That your secret is not what it seems

Show them the wounds in your heart

And all that you work to achieve

Tell them it wasn’t all ease

To fall in love with this one

But you know if you are to be real

Its the only journey to take

And offer with all of your soul

The love from your inner most self

Out to the world of who can’t

receive this magical wealth,

Trust in your own precious heart

And the love that you feel for life

A knowing that rest well assured

Is the reason for being alive

The judge may want to get stronger

As you persevere with your task

That voice becoming much louder

with faces that scowl in the dark

Curtains that twitch in the distance

And back stabbing ruder remarks,

gossiping under the covers

Where its mouth becomes part of the mask

But you know your on the right journey

And though often it breaks your heart

And you feel the pain of the critic

And close down  part of your craft

The journey to over come

and to rightfully gain your love

Give nowt to the critic within

Send it firmly back to the past

Stand in the mirror of love

And accept the beauty in you

Nothing to gain from self hatred

Its time for a different view

About Caroline Carey

Caroline, born in 1960, grew up with a love for the wild, for nature, for animals and to dance. She wrote poetry and stories, created theater and explored the art of ritual of which she always held a fascination for. Not being of the academic type and being passionate about mystery, immagination and myth, she chose to spend her time alone with her many animals and the passion she had for ecstatic dance whether indoors or in nature. Her imagination was as wild as her life-style and by adapting the religious education insisted on by her family, she was able to recognise her own innate connection to Spirit and the spirit guides she became strongly connected to. Mothering her six, (now adult) children, Caroline has learnt the art of play, creativity, story telling and the deep surrender and unconditional love that motherhood bestows upon us.
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