Satsang with more parts of me

 

I am exploring holding satsang with a few more parts of my psyche:

The one who wants it all. The one afraid of missing out.

The one that needs love. The one afraid of missing out of love. The one afraid of being unlovable.

The one that’s needy.

The unlovable. The unloved. The one who missed out of love.

The one that’s paralyzed. The one that’s numb.

The one afraid of doing something wrong. The one afraid of making a mistake.

The one afraid of being trapped. The one afraid of being tied down.

The fogginess. (“Brain fog”.) The tiredness.

The contraction in the upper back of my mouth, and a sense of a center of/anchor for “I” there.

The one defending.

The one afraid of staying with myself. The one afraid of prioritizing myself.

For each one….

You are welcome here.

Thank you for protecting me. Thank you for your love for me. Thank you for your devotion to me.

I need your strength.

How would you like me to be with you?

What would satisfy you forever?

What are you really?

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