Below is an original Chandra Kamaria piece. I wrote it from the standpoint of what our foremothers from the past would say to us, their daughters, about love and purpose in life. I hope you gain some inspiration from these words and cherish them as you move from day to day in your journey.
Drowning out your pain in shades of ill-conceived confidence, dressed in decadence with luring eyes….finding the manipulative avenues to dig deep inside the man of choice, intending on squeezing your revenge from his heart…
But, he wasn’t the one that hurt you though. That one is long gone, continuing to tread the path of his demise. Holding the next accountable for the last is not wise, little girl. That’s suffering minus the purpose…struggle minus the objective…effort minus the accomplishment which all equals bondage, not deliverance…
To my daughters, you must come to the understanding that rain falls on the just and unjust. Can’t exact rage on the unexpected, as you then aid in the destruction of love…which is, may I remind you, the one potion that all must drink to sustain the issues of life pouring forth through divine contract
You cannot keep your beauty hidden from them we are made for; simply because it didn’t add up to what you figure. Your analysis of the ‘what he did’ and the ‘woulda coulda shouldas’ pales in comparison to the grand scheme of things. Oh yes, it was supposed to be the love of a lifetime not the master disaster; ruining your view. It was to be something so much bigger.
But, not really. Silly woman, it just boils down to the fact that you did all the right things for the wrong one. And while you gloat and mope about the disappointment, there is a victory in this that you have missed. It wasn’t all about keeping him in the first place; it was about the fact that you took the risk…
Now it’s easier. Instead of stiffening up to the point where you won’t bend, just make a better choice and get ready to do it again. ‘Cause we’re made out of the stuff we give—that’s why it comes naturally. We are the world’s first gift for lonliness, the solution to many a man’s problems. Even if he didn’t have a dime, when we make our offering, he then becomes wealthy…
To my daughters, don’t withhold your essence. You have no say so in the matter. It is your destiny to bless. How will they know if you do not show them the glow of love? How it sparkles, more precious than any jewel attained. Love made you, love is you. Love is what you do. We have mastered it—therefore, do not forsake your responsibility to reach and teach. If them we are made for are unable to define it, then they will continue to walk blinded…
So, as I prepare to step back into eternity, I leave thee with this… Live to bless. Live to love. Live. Do not withhold your essence. Indeed, it will be a fight, but if you want to see me again, you must wash your robe in the issues of life. I wait for you in eternity. My daughters, again I say, live.
