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I release all blame and judgement, welcoming love and understanding to heal my heart. I release you with compassion and let go of this pain. I choose peace, joy, and the freedom to move forward unburdened. Forgiveness sets me free.

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You cannot tell a flower when it is time to bloom. Or a tree where to grow its branches. You cannot tell the sky to stop crying, it needs to water the garden so it can grow. You cannot tell the sun to stop shining, it continues to glow no matter what. When I stopped telling myself what to be, I grew and the more I did, I became like you. I chose to surrender and the more I did, the more I became like you. I chose to serve and the more I did, the more I became like you. Unencumbered, abundant and wildly free.

I am grateful for every moment, every experience and every blessing in my life. My heart overflows with appreciation and joy. Each day, I embrace the abundance of love, kindness and beauty that surrounds me.

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You and I made a pact, that as you came to life within me, we would find a perfect harmony. Our heart rhythms began beating together and everything I felt, you felt too. We rewrote the stars with every pulse, entangling our hopes and dreams together and rewriting our stories with each other’s presence. So, when the world shatters around you, I feel it too. My heart is a mirror to yours and I can feel my heart strings tugging on your heart, aching for you to be okay. As the days roll over, I learn to take a step back, to let you make your own mistakes, to let the world teach you some lessons and give you space to become you. Yet I cannot help but notice that the ache never fades. Instead, it lingers on and sometimes becomes unbearable as I struggle to find the higher purpose to your pain. Then the truth about loving a soul so completely and so eternally becomes clear. That undeniably the hardest part about tying our heart strings together, is that when your heart breaks, mine stands no chance and follows in tune.

If heaven is within me, each step I take would be blissful. If heaven is within me there would be no space for fear to exist. If heaven is within me, my mind would be still, unobstructed and limitless. If heaven is within me, the beauty and the lesson in every moment, every exchange, every word would not go unnoticed. And if heaven is within me, I would have the power to wield a magnitude of love into the world and watch as it multiplies and becomes an unstoppable force. I would no longer be searching for contentment, and in not searching, there would be no home for defilements, and in creating no defilements, my infinite self would be allowed to emerge, and in letting my infinite self emerge, you would be free, released from any entanglements that I had previously knotted between us. In severing our ties, you and I would both be one step closer to being harmoniously in tune with the force of true love and one step closer to heaven within.

In my mind it was a meaningless existence. The world around me was moving on, laughing, feeling, experiencing and I was excluded from it all. It felt foreign, like I was spiraling out of control, with no end in sight, no happiness just guilt. Guilt for wishing away my current state, guilt for completely being consumed by my own grief and complete hatred for every moment that I was living. So angry, frustrated and completely trapped. Thankful for nothing except the shower, a place that would wash away my tears and leave no trace of evidence behind. There was a scream trapped inside my head, unable to come out and getting bigger and bigger as each meaningless day rolled past. My eyes were stripped from seeing any particle of joy. Everything, everyone, every object, every word, book, song, show, every word of wisdom was a source of sorrow. There is an end, but you have no energy to hope, so you do not see it. “How are you?” they ask. But how do you tell them? How do you make them understand that there is hatred, sadness and resentment seeping out of your every pore? “Be happy, savour the journey, you are so blessed.” they say. But do they know that this suffering is beyond sanity? Beyond anything you have control over? And so you roll over, close your eyes, resign yourself to this meaningless existence and pray that sleep will come. Only it never does and you lie there spiraling further into the darkness.

I am sorry I took so long to realise that all you wanted, all you needed was to feel safe. To feel safe that who you were was enough. I am sorry that you were not taught about the perfection in you, a type of perfection that is uniquely yours. A type of perfection that has the potential to serve others in the most meaningful way. And no, I am not saying you are perfect, and nor do you have to be. I am saying that you are perfectly exceptional, perfectly imperfect, perfectly you and I am sorry that it took me so long to realise. I am sorry that somewhere along the messiness of our lives I forgot to nurture your spirit, I let it drift away when it needed to be lifted, lifted amongst the heavens to show you your worth. I am sorry that I did not understand how to show you love, instead I let the noise enter and I believed that we were imperfect. But I am here now. I have done the work for both of us. I have dived deeper than I ever have, I have seen you with eyes that have now been nourished with the wisdom of understanding our pain, and in doing so I have uncovered­ our strength. I do not see how we can be broken again, not in the same way as before, because I finally, finally, finally see you. I finally know you and I am finally ready for you to just be you. I can feel your relief, your freedom and I can finally feel your peace. So be you. And when I feel you dancing freely inside, I know that I will be the best version of me.

I saw her there, in the corner, hugging her legs, chin resting as though she had given up. I walked over to her and I gave her a hug. A hug I should have given her a long time ago. I hugged her for me and I hugged her for her because she was me and I was her and she was loved and so was I. But she also needed more love and so did I. She needed to know that she was valued, worthy and understood. She needed to know that she was stronger and wiser than what the world saw and the world was just not ripe enough for her yet. She needed to know her power was within her and the story in her mind is not real. I desperately needed her to know so that I would know. So that I could heal, grow, change and reinvent. For she does not realise how strong she is, she does not realise how much I need her right now, how much I need her to believe so that I can believe right now, in this present moment, that I am worthy. That I am enough. There is magic in her eyes. Now if only she could see it, I could see mine too.

Was I so insignificant that it did not matter whether I bloomed or not? Was I so meaningless that it did not matter that I withered away? Was my soul not as precious as yours that it did not require tending to? When your desires grew so desperate that your morality wavered, my petals began to fall. Each one crashing to the ground taking a part of my spirit with it, leaving me a little more crumpled and a little more broken, trying to bloom but not having the strength to do so. Trying to give you the air to breathe because I did not want you to wither and fall. I hoped, with the good that was in me, that you would see me too. But you didn’t. With your final betrayal you punctured a hole right through my core and I was left crushed, wilted, with no hope of ever blooming again.

I am not afraid to feel and embrace the joy in my life. I am worthy of happiness and the light it brings. I deserve to be joyful as does everyone.

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Each digital download includes:

1 x jpeg printable mantra card (1527 x 1080 px)

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The ‘Janani Peiris’ watermark will not appear on your digital download. This is for the purpose of protecting the preview images and ensuring the integrity of the original artwork.

I hope you know how powerful you are. As you curiously make sense of the unknown, absorbing, noticing, questioning. I hope you know how powerful you are, as your innocence makes the world seem magical. The way you accept us, never trying to change who we are, but instead seeing how you can fit into our world. I hope you know how powerful you are with your limitless imagination and creativity that transcends logic and reality.

I hope you know how powerful you are with your ability to be present, completely in the moment and so at peace with yourself. How your gratitude can make us feel seen, your love and kindness have the purity to heal and your forgiveness, the power to teach. I hope you know how powerful you are when you keep persisting even though I can see frustration slowly taking over.

I hope you know that there is power even when anger and sadness surface, as it is a reminder that you are alive, that you want more, that something is not right or you are still learning. I hope you know how powerful you are when you make connections with the world and you cleverly add another skill, another word, another piece of knowledge into your always eager mind. 

And even though at times it may seem as though your power has gone, the light has diminished and you feel scared, lost or confused I hope you know that your secret power can never leave you. Search deep into your soul for it is there that the light never vanishes, your true purpose, the reason you are here, your secret power is there waiting for you to be ready again. It is your shining glory, your true love, your peace.

Find it again and again until your soul is so embedded into everything you do. Don’t be afraid to be vulnerable, embrace it and when you rise you will be braver than you have ever been. And then when you are ready, show us, let us share the honour of seeing you because I have no doubt that you will fly and in doing so you will make the world smile. 

If you were to ask me where the light was in my life, I would have told you that the only light I hold was in the souls of my children. For when I had withered away, they were the only thing bringing me back to life. When they were not around there was no light remaining for my petals to unfold, there was no reason for me to exist beyond them. But now I see the light everywhere. It is still a constant in the eyes of my children, the light that emanates from them is the spark of curiosity, reminding me to give them the freedom to be themselves. I see the light as it illuminates part of a tree in the morning light, waking it from its slumber and giving it energy for the day, igniting my sense of appreciation for a marvel that is out of our control. I see the light as it brightens the wings of a bird suspended momentarily in midair, before it regains control and carries on towards its destination. That light teaches me to be mindful, for there is so much to miss and so much to be lost when we are not paying attention. I cannot see the light but I can feel it as the wind kisses my face, a fresher feeling I am yet to find, reminding me that this continual rebirth is necessary, refreshing and essential to feed my inner light. As I allow the sun’s rays to give me energy I can see, I can feel and I can revel in the light that is within me and it blooms each day from within, increasing in magic, purity and spirit as I learn to forgive, release and protect a light that I know will never be lost again.

The downpour soaked the earth, washing away any traces of the past, cleansing and renewing. Like a woman, monthly releasing what she no longer needs. The downpour became destructive, leaving a trail of lost memories and broken possessions. Like a mother who birthed life at the expense of her own vessel, now a distant memory of how it used to be. The downpour asked the earth to drink, and keep drinking until it could hold no more. Like a grandmother who sacrificed her all until her last ounce of energy was spent. The downpour was loud, thundering against everything it touched so that we would pay attention. Like a sister that roars fiercely when she has your back. The downpour breathed life into all the roots, re-energising any that were becoming stagnant. Like a daughter who was born to break tradition. The downpour etched its memory into every crack, seeping into the core of the earth, so that everything that grew from this moment would carry the memory of what was just witnessed. Everything that would now grow would be stronger, wiser, braver and more powerful because it chose to keep growing despite it all. Like a woman.

Time to bloom. The sun said to the lotus.

How? My roots are etched so deeply into the mud. What will I become? replied the lotus.

Our roots do not have the power to define us, they are merely a place for us to draw our energy from.

But how do I abandon the mud? asked the lotus.

You use the mud. You cannot grow without it.

So the lotus used the mud. The mud taught the lotus, it gave strength to her and it drowned her many, many times. But the lotus never forgot what the sun said. She knew where she was going. Then finally, the lotus bloomed. She was magnificent, not because she abandoned the mud, but because she was completely at ease in the mud.

Vibrate on such a frequency of love that every atom in your body is overflowing with it. Then the Universe has no choice but to match the magnitude of love you radiate.

Vibrate on such a frequency of love that every atom in your body is overflowing with it. Then the Universe has no choice but to match the magnitude of love you radiate.

You are my sun, You are my moon, You are the stars that expand the Universe. You and I have travelled this journey for eons. We have loved each other, we have lost each other, We have fought, cried, hugged and laughed, But above all we have found each other again. We are sewn together by the threads of our past, Interwoven with such certainty that there is no doubt, Ours is an eternal love.

I look at the moon and I dream. I share my secrets, my plans, my stories. I see it gleam brighter, glowing a little more with the hopes I carry. I watch a little longer and I see it glimmer again and I’m certain it’s heard the dreams of another. I stare in awe at this magical orb that has watched the souls of this world for eons, that has listened ever so patiently as stories were told, as lives were birthed and loves were lost. I marvel at its grandeur with a slight pang in my heart knowing that if we noticed her more, we would realise how connected we all are. How for centuries she has listened as we have revealed our souls and cried about our losses. How when our heart aches for another she is able to connect us and for that moment in time we are anchored to the same place and the distance between us will evaporate.