The “me” inside

Copyright Marie Kléber

If you could let all your theories at the door

All the things you say are right

All the truths you were told

If you are ready to embrace the unknown

Mystery, emptiness, chaos, incredible joy

If you can let go of the mask that protects you

Appear naked and vulnerable

Without nothing else than your heart

Wide-open and free

Then and only then

You’ll be in touch with the reality

Of the “me” inside  of you.

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Confusion

Copyright Marie Kléber

My hands are cold
But my heart is warm

Some days

I wonder if I give enough
Enough of what I receive
Buckets of love…

I am not the same as the one I used to be

I wonder if I show it enough
In a way that no one would doubt it

It used to be about others, not me

Now that I count, I matter
I wonder if people feel that they count for me too…

Connection

Copyright Marie Kléber

It was there, all day long
The urge to be with you
To press my body against yours
Feel your love and power
Take me away from all I know
To a place of sensual bliss

It’s in your eyes
And in the way you look at me

It’s in your hands
And in the way you touch me

It’s in you desire
And in the way it meets mine

It’s in the connection…

Your own truth

Copyright Marie Kléber

I don’t know it all.

When I was a little girl, I was a dreamer. I would spent hours looking outside , creating stories, building up spaces that talk to me, of a world that would enhance beauty, joy, peace, love. Teachers did not like it. I was too slow. I was too shy. I was too much of this and not enough of that.

When I was a little girl, I would talk out loud. Not to myself. To angels and people around that nobody could see but me. People didn’t like it. They thought others would say I’m crazy or something like this. They wanted me to stop acting weird.

When I was a little girl, I had dreams. I wanted to care for others. I wanted to help, guide, and heal. They looked at me like it wasn’t what would give me what I needed to feed a family. They told me to go for something else; I listened to them and I am now stuck in a job that pays the rent and makes everybody else happy but me.

I don’t know it all.

But I don’t want you to think that you are limited, that some places, some dreams are not for you. I don’t want you to say that you are not good enough, that you are an idiot. You are not. You are great and precious.

I don’t want you to believe that others know the truth. They don’t. There is not one truth. We all have ours. There is not one way. But plenty.

I don’t know it all.

But I’ll do my best to be always here for you, to trust you, to guide you and to be with you whatever road you choose to walk.