The Crucified said to my heart, "Suffering is not my way. Relax on the cross."
"Relax into the center of paradox, where verticals of eternity cross beams of past and future."
"You can float in the sky like a cloud, or fall to the ground like a stone, but can you balance your body where opposites converge, where soil and stars, joy and sorrow, God and womb co-mingle?"
"Can you ease into your flesh, cradle creation in your heartbeat, touch heaven and earth with a single breath?"
"Let the wounds in your chest and crown, your palms and feet, be eyes ever opened to witness both laughter and weeping."
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