A poem by Layla Saad

I can be exhausted
and pretend to be perfect,
or I can surrender
and actually be real.

I'm choosing real.
Perfection is an act of
violence against my soul.

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A poem by Layla Saad

Underneath the many
wounds, fears and untruths
that cover your heart,
sits the centre of your Be-ing.
Your sacred Light and Dark.
The You
that is fully and
unapologetically
You.

Your divine assignment?
To peel back,
burn down
and offer up
all of the masks
that hide this truth.
So that your Sovereignty
may finally be
Unveiled.

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A poem by Layla Saad

Inwards. Downwards.
The High Priestess
continues to beckon me.

She doesn't flip my life
upside down
the way Kali did.

Her way does not ask
me to burn my life
down to the ground
and start over.

She simply asks me to
s u r r e n d e r.

To slow down.
To draw my energy
Inwards. And Downwards.
To focus on doing less things
and being in fewer places.

She invites me to
shut out the noise
and tune out the frenzy.
To step away from the
manic highway of
the creative outer world,
and melt into my
creative inner sanctum. 
Everything She's sharing
with me is an invitation.
Her way is not to force or push.
She says to me,
'Take it or leave it. It's upto you.' But She does have one
non-negotiable
Divine assignment for me.
Just one.
This is all She asks.

It's only three words.
Three words that could
change my life.

Want to hear it?
Here it is:
Write the book. 

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A poem by Layla Saad

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I am being called.

Not out into the world
on an exciting adventure.
But inwards, downwards.

Into the dark depths of a

heart-breaking
ego-shattering
eye-opening
mind-bending
bone-gathering
shakti-awakening
truth-embodying

Soul Initiation.

A poem by Layla Saad

I am reaching.
For the woman I am becoming.
For the woman I've always been.
For the woman who lies underneath
all these layers.

I am reaching for Her.
And She's reaching right back.
And soon, very soon,
We'll meet somewhere
in the middle.

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