I accept what is. I shine the light of kindness to touch what is happening. I rest in the place beyond struggle. I soften into the place that is open, and wide, that lovingly holds this being.
I am free here.
I am loved here.
I see the pure heart within the coverings of conditioned thought and formative experience. When hurting, I can be held by something sweet that is beyond my pain.
I am free here. 
