Soul Wisdom from the voice of grief

The sanctity inside her soul said,

“Yes please, grieve for me. I am the blossoming fruit that needs the wisdom of your grief to nourish my blossoms and the seeds contained within that hold the perfection of what is to come into being.
Please, yes, cry your tears. Water the majesty that lives within the heart. Enliven the soul ghost memory of entangled vines that wrap around the cosmos of awakened mystery. Be true to you, the you that only exists for the sake of existing. No more required, no less. Awaken, empower, surrender into this heavenly mess of human existence. In this life there are many truths that encompass the one truth. Find your way through the maddening fields of colorful disparities. Find your way. Find Your way.
This way no other can deny you the privilege of knowing that it was your way all along. Empower the imposter that sits in your seat. Allow the eyes to open into the perspective that is illuminated behind the lids that attempt to cover the clarity of sight. See through the veil. Participate in the parting of the ties that bind to the illusion of separation. Find the great fortune that lies hidden, waiting to be discovered within the grieving heart. Pierce through the cracks that have been created for the growing blossom of illuminated soul governed by the one source. Be still and know that I AM. I am here within the shadows and I am here within the light. The great fortune is found in the knowing that no matter how I appear in the grand spectrum of Being, I AM.
Nestled between the joy and the grief, I AM. “