It was repeated several times at meditation last night. The last lines from Marianne Williamson's oft quoted piece, Our Deepest Fear (A Return to Love)
"...And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
The conversation after the session drifted in and out of talk of love, of fear, of letting go. We touched on us and them and the other and the same.
And the question of 'What do I fear?" drifted into the emptiness of my mind in stillness.
What do I fear?
I fear feeling insignificant.
I fear being ridiculed.
And I hesitate.
No words rise through the darkness that appears when I think of fear.
I dislike cruelty. Posturing. Abuse.
I do not fear them.
I dislike people being unkind. Bullies. I dislike seeing animals mistreated. Children starving.
There is much that I dislike. Much I find distasteful.
But what do I fear?
I fear feeling small.
And if I take off the last qualifier, I become my fear of feeling.
I fear feeling.
Cut back to the bone, strip away the skin, peel back the sinew and the veins and I find myself amidst the skeletal remains of my fear of being -- nothing.
Cut out the tissue. Skim off the blood and get to the guts of what I fear.
What is it?
What is my biggest fear?
Not being loved. Not knowing love?
But love is limitless.
as only love.
the ones I love
But I cannot lose Love so I cannot fear losing the one's I love for even when they are gone, love continues, love exists, Love is. Infinite. Limitless. All.
to hold me
where I feel
I cannot separate Love with fear. I cannot divide it with 3 parts fear one part avoidance.
and there is