A Letter To Soul

You are loved no matter what!

A LETTER TO SOUL

Dear Soul,

I've read all your epistles. It's kinda heavy my dear. I felt the pain of its stroke. As I chewed and swallowed every word, the bitter ink left a strong sting in my tongue. Though I wanted to spew it out but I just can't. It went to my stomach and it spoiled all my organs. But don't worry, I'm still okay. But what concerned me most is you. How are you Soul? Why are you so near, and yet so far? Have I not told you that I'm just here? Have you forgotten the promise I've made with you that no matter what happens, I'm just here? Never will I leave you! Never will I forsake you! You know how much I love you. Do you? O my dearest Soul, please let me reiterate it with you, YOU ARE NOT ALONE! I LOVE YOU, AND I CARE FOR YOU! What happened in the past was forgotten and buried already in the deepest part of the ocean, as far as the east is from the west. So please stop living in the past, leave it alone, and move on! I have lots of wonderful plans for you. How I wish to share it with you, but I just can't! Why? Of course! How can I share it with you if you are not listening? You're not paying attention, Soul. There were times I tried to speak to you at midnight but most of the time at dawn, just to make sure that there will be no disturbances in our conversation, but still, instead of spending time with me, here you are with your phone! Look Soul! Have you not seen it? All the pains in your pen lately flowed from the tube of rejection, am I right? Yes, you felt rejected when no one listened to your opinion; when nobody appreciated your ideas; when someone subtly expressed that you don't belong; and when everyone made you feel unwanted! Isn't it? O my dearest Soul! I truly understand how you are feeling, for that's exactly what you are doing to me. But I'm not bitter with you. I'm not you, remember? Every letter I sent was written in red, for every word I speak is a drop of my blood. It's all about LOVE, Soul! Yes, it is! So, please let me replace your ink. Spill out that bitter ink from the tube of your heart, that I may replace it with my blood. It's love that I want you to publish not bitterness; for I came to spread love not hatred! But I know, this will never happen without your approval. You have to do this with a willing and total surrendered heart. Let me pour myself in you, for out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks. Open all your senses: look at me; feel me; touch me; speak to me; and of course, please listen to me, and believe me! Believe that you are loved! Believe that you are wanted! You belong to me, and I belong to you! Stop looking for love at the horizon. I'm here. Yes, I'm here living within you.

Lovingly yours,
Spirit