Core of Light (Transcending Ego)

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In this moment,
there is no one that I need to be.
All the people I have imagined myself to be,
can be as characters in a play, and nothing more.

These imagined personalities possess
their charms, their wits, their wounds,
but so do we all, such vast Beings are we,
traits alone cannot define us.

There is no talent or skill that I must possess
to be worthy of another’s – or my own – love.
It is true that I am the sum of all I have read,
listened to, and loved well, but those things do not name me.

So vast am I,
that I can adopt new traits,
new loves, new desires,
all in one instant.

Yet my essence, my
c o r e
which is l o v e,
remains the same.

My attachment to relationships,
material possessions,
ideas,
falls away, when I look at this

C O R E

O F

L I G H T

When you see it,
you will never be the same.

When you see it,

you will return to love

from whence you came.

Meeting My Spirit Guide

A spirit guide, in my own terms, is a soul who has been through human incarnations and mastered human lessons, and now chooses to help another through their humanity. I admit that I did not feel that interested in spirit guides before I studied the works of those who have put their guides’ advice into channeled writing. I understand now that it is because writing helps me feel connected to that wisdom.

Last weekend, I attended a mediumship class, and part of the class was a meditation to call in spirit guides. During the meditation, I felt the most beautiful, feminine presence and visualized her as Plumette from Beauty and the Beast (the swan-shaped, feather-duster female character). I know, this will sound far out to some of you, but spirit guides take on the forms that will resonate most with us, and there is a little girl inside me that loves magic. I asked, “What shall I call you?” She answered, “You may call me White Swan.”

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Choose or Consume

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Rainbow Falls, Watkins Glen State Park, NY. Photo taken by Holley Hyler.

Why does your heart break
and close?

Because you take “not right now”
as “never.”
Because you take “no” to that
as to yourself.

You think of all the times
they did not say “I love you” back,
and forget the times they did.

You thought “I love you”
had to be said with words,
and neglected the times it was
said with a look, a breath, a touch.

You called your heart stupid,
your yearnings trivial,
closed your ears to the voices
who encouraged you.

Stop that.

You’re human, yes,
but not a porcelain doll.

You don’t have to
close your eyes to ugliness,
nor must you
hold a magnifying glass to it.

Don’t let anything consume you,
unless it is love.

If it is truly love,
it won’t.

© Holley Hyler | August 2017

Two Loves, True Love

Sonnenberg Gardens
Japanese Garden, Sonnenberg Gardens, Canandaigua, NY. Photo taken by Holley Hyler.

maybe I met you
and you loved me
within a dream.

maybe that dream
was truer for me than anything
backed by flesh, blood, and bone.

maybe I have never
loved like that
in my waking hours.

maybe your lover and I
do not have to compete
because there is nothing to win.

my love for you does not
become false because I
am apart from you.

hers is not made truer
by the fact that she is
with you.

maybe there does not
have to be anything
wrong about that.

there does not need
to be “another woman,”
a guilty party, a chosen one.

there are only
two souls who love
you deeply, one in

waking life,
one in dreams.

© Holley Hyler | August 2017

noise

Lake Ontario
Lake Ontario, Webster Beach Pier, NY. Photo taken by Holley Hyler.

let the
n o i s e
wash away.
preserve
quiet strength;
watch how
the water
smacks
the rocks
and rolls
away,
glistening
bubbles in
its wake,
nothing
diminished.

© Holley Hyler | August 2017

Elevate

Letchworth Park
Gorge at Letchworth Park, Upstate NY. Photo taken by Holley Hyler.

elevate.
lay down your rocks
or carry them at your sides
in the name of love.
if your only
aim is to reach
the top, you
won’t go very far.

© Holley Hyler | August 2017

I want to love my body.

I want to love my body.
I want to give it the things it craves.
I want to give it the things it needs.
I want to bathe in the sunlight,
without shame over my skin –
its color,
its folds,
its freckles,
its bumps or bruises.

I will start loving my body by not speaking ill of it.
I will move when I feel inspired to move,
and be still when I am not.
I will not compare my body to other bodies,
and if I catch myself in this act,
I will gently correct my awareness,
and set it on a path that brings me peace.
I will see my body as deserving of touch,
but I will also realize,
not everyone has intentions
of touching me the way I deserve.
My body is mine,
meant to be touched
with reverence,
with love,
with presence,
by others – yes, perhaps there is a time and a place,
the right someone,
but I will not depend on or wait for this, for
I deserve this from myself, too.
I will listen to my body when it is trying to get my attention
with sickness or injury.
If sickness or injury frighten me,
I will remember that I am more than,
but still love, this body.
If my body is not and has never been a certain shape,
I will realize, maybe it is not meant to be that shape.
Perhaps its shape is meant to be more beautiful, more fitting,
the perfect Vessel for the Soul inside it.
I can try to change the things that don’t please me,
but I cannot bring lasting change by force or self-abuse.
If my mind does not treat my body
with the qualities it deserves,
I will let the thoughts pass.
I will not fear the thoughts;
there is no need to fear them.
Letting them pass does not mean
I agree or engage with them.
I am a vast Being,
timeless,
made of stars,
but I only have one body,
and one lifetime in this body.

I will spend my time loving –
starting with my body.

© Holley Hyler | May 19, 2017