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.

A Crystal Tear of Utmost Beauty ~ Channeled Message

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Be soft with your heartache.

There is a part of you that loves them still. With time, the blazing fire in your heart turned to a flicker before going out entirely. What did this? The careless remarks, the disappointments, the betrayals, the times they did not mirror the truth of YOU, which is LOVE. The Core of your feeling for them remains, however. This does not mean the spark can be re-lit, in most cases. The Core remains because it is your essence, which is LOVE, and this person shared so many significant human experiences with you. Many of you, Sweet Souls, operate on the belief that your love for another must be completely erased, their imprint on your soul removed, before you can move on to the next. Love is not this linear experience that you would like it to be and have understood it to be in the past, and you grow disappointed in yourself when you cannot force it to be so.

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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

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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

Unspoken Moments

There are those moments that occur in my life, moments that shall go unspoken because they are too sweet. These are jewels and they are just for me. They are too precious to be subject to the judgments of those who will never truly understand; too precious to be marred by the imprints of another’s words and ideas. You may find glimmers of these jewels in my words and art – reflections, shadows – but the full picture rests within me, in the recesses of my memory. I will sleep in a locked room, alone, holding them next to my heart. There will be no mental chatter, no residue of words that have not marinated in judiciousness. It took me so many years to see that this does not have to be sad or paint a picture of loneliness. This does not have to mean that I am unworthy of a trusted friend. For so long, I gave these gems to others to hold, and they were returned to me with fingerprints and had lost their glints that had once so delighted me. I tossed and turned at night, restless, thinking of the fingerprints, infuriated by them! In my mind, the fault was with me, not for how careless I had been with my treasure, but for not being worthy of the person who could say exactly the right things, the things that would not torment me into sleepless nights. I did not realize that this person does not exist, and will never exist, any place aside from my reflection in the mirror. Hold on to the memories that you love. Search no longer for the person who can hold space for them with you. One day, someone will step quietly into this dance alongside you, and will understand so perfectly that words are not necessary. You will have conversations with them as you gaze at one another, not speaking, but feeling all. But, my love, the more you search and give away in a need for approval, or a need for someone to pinch you to tell you that something is real, the more frustration you create – perpetually stepping backward to resolve these irritations. Be soft, holding your sweet thoughts close. This is how you allow. This is how love finds you. This is how you love you.

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© Holley Hyler | March 28, 2017