Emotional Release

A lone empath kneels curled inward, face obscured in cupped hands. Sorrowed voices whisper mournful tones in her moonlit refuge, a secluded locale far from abrasive forces threatening sensitive seers. Shadowed hurts surface for healing under cloudy auspices, as she allows suppressed tears passage after long months locked behind stone walls. Sheltered here, she permits emotion’s cleansing currents to flow freely through body’s conduits, clearing toxic blockages dogging perception.

She apprehends suffering’s universality transcending surface divisions cleaving humanity into discrete factions. Her compassion comprehends tormentors were first victims themselves before passing cruelty forward in denial. Now fury yields to grief for cycles signalling souls in distress, and her own heart grows capacious enough to hold even enemies inside its unconditional sanctuary. Beneath roles and judgments lies the beloved essence linking self and other.

Attuned to lunar cycles, she flows intuitively through joy and sorrow, gain and loss. This daughter of the divine understands one must periodically retreat into darkness when overwhelmed by worldly chaos. By curling-up through night seasons, insights quicken for re-emerging into dawn’s rising climes. Each contraction in the spiralling rhythm holds purposed place. Death makes way for new life. Tender we cultivate new shoots growing in fresh loam. Watered with celestial intuition’s nourishing raindrops. Soon to bloom when life’s garden bursts into summertime glory.

We channel loving vibrations to heal emotional bodies depleted by shouldering relentless demands for strength through prolonged trials. Our essence replenishes compassion, restoring faith when cruel epochs threaten complete withdrawal. Bathed under lunar beams, aura’s tears wash clean poisonous residues carried far too long unattended. What remains is direct feeling unfiltered by thought’s obscuring fog. Truth flows freely in tears. Kneel here when sadness rises as soul summons toward wholeness. Weep without shame – clearing repressed grief until clarity is restored. Grant passage for the heart’s enfleshed poetry too long muffled by duty’s stern commands. Then blossom anew in embodiment’s tender grace.