You are wise to let it be messy

You are wise to let it be messy.

I bless the mess you make

for the sake

of your freedom.

Our mess is sacred.

Cleanliness is too neat, it is not free enough.

My mess is down and dirty,

It is ripe, rife, and creative,

it is ALIVE.

It is like a river, flowing mighty.

Your clean neat perfect is like a dry mud hole.

Mud is better when there is a clean river flowing freely over it,

and through it,

making clouds, making a dance.

And we find our sisters there,

In the mud, in the cloud,

shouting and banging,

in life alive, life untamed.

Sister, sister

in the mud,

I bless you.

I do not want to be perfect,

I want to be free.

I want to reveal my freedom

layer by layer.

Not neat and tidy,

but loud and flamboyant.

It is time for this.

The world needs us to be messy now.

Now. Now. Now.

Hallelujah for the mess,

for the joy dance.

Messy, messy, mess.

Sister,

I will carry the beauty of your mess in my heart always.

Always.

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