Heart.
I am trying to live a specific word in a specific way in a specific reason.
In doing so something unrelated opened up.
Pushing one living word actually pushed forward another word simultaneously.
Heart.
It seems easy to live the word heart.
Just like breath.
Yet I've found myself judging it, stopping, and not caring to live the word heart, to live like breath as the heart in each moment.
What happened that I held back my heart? Like one would hold back a breath?
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To prove it is so simple.
I'll stop for a moment with star, to write about heart.
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No fancy words, nothing complicated, no sybmolism.
Heart, as in heart beat.
Heartbeat
living heartbeat
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Until it is done.
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I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to have stopped being here as breath and as my own heart beat.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not consider how much more effective I am i as here as my heart beat in each moment.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to have forgotten my own heartbeat.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not commit myself to my own heartbeat.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to have neglected my heart by not being here as breath and as heartbeat despite seeing and realizing that I could do so and it would be simple and free and supportive and best for all of life, yet I stopped and forgot.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to feel angry to see my weakness that I would realize something is best as to be here as my own heart and yet stop standing as my heartbeat directing and living the word heartbeat in each moment.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to feel ashamed that I have been living in reality in a point of delusion where I was not living as the beat of my own heart in each moment.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to abuse myself by not being here as my heart and instead being elsewhere where life is abused and I am not here to intervene on the behalf of life as myself.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to let a single moment pass where I commit abuse by not beating my own heart.
When and as I see myself not being here with and as my heart, living the word heartbeat, I stop, I breathe, I realize that I am abusing myself when I am not here in every living capacity I can be to stop my mind fully in every dimension possible, thus, I commit myself to be here as my heartbeat not only feeling it but directing it in each breath in each moment never missing a single beat.
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