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This rarely happens to me but last week, it did...

I was walking down the street and I saw this woman... like really saw her. I just wanted to go up to her and tell her that I see her, try to put into words everything I felt for her in that moment. It was a kind of connection, a soul recognition. I saw the woman, the mother, the daughter, the lover, the employee, the home owner, the dreamer, the silent sufferer but I also saw the soul. The angel. The goddess. It was all there all at once and it was beautiful. If I could see her again, this is what I would’ve said to her:

The Eternal Beauty of You
by Dolly Mahanti

Look at you.

Just look at you.
You’ve made sadness an artist and gave your face away as a canvas and he has done a masterpiece with it.

The thing is you.. you’ve forgotten who you are and now you believe you are his work of art.
But sweetheart, I am here to tell you that you are not.
Take your pieces back. Reclaim yourself. 
I see through it… all that bullshit you call real. 
I see the raw, fierce beauty that lives underneath all that paint.
I see it wanting to be seen.
I see it. 
I see you. 
And you are exquisite. 
How you manage to will yourself awake to play the part of the devil’s muse everyday I will never know. 
Without speaking, you’re asking if it’s okay for you to fall. Down, all the way. Knees melting from the impact, flesh meeting earth, to revert back to your chemical composition. Oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium. You’re all there and there is nothing more than this. Nothing else. You’re tired of trying to convince yourself that there is. 
You can’t take a second more of pretending, of trying, of smiling, of nodding, gossiping and comparing. You want out of the contract you signed with blood the minute you were born. 
You want to be at peace. You need to be at peace. 
I respect and worship the power in your grit. 
Do you know your worth, love?
Do you know your truth, love?
Because it knows you.
And it is waiting, just waiting for you.
There, in the silence, in the tender moments
When you get tired of carrying all that weight 
When you think no one is watching and you let it go
You take it off and slip into the subtle version of you
That being of truth that knows your vastness
Your expansiveness, your reach
You are the answer to every question you’ve ever had. 
Why are you living so shallow?
What keeps you so scared?
Why is it so easy to be so little when you have everything coursing through you?
Tell me. Talk to me. Spill your secrets.
I want to love you. 
All that means is that I want to be who I am around you.
I want you to meet me here. 
To stand firmly on honest ground. 
To say who you are out loud. 
I am love.
I am joy.
I am bliss. 
I am beauty. 
Say each one out loud and soak into it. 
You know it’s true.
I feel it in you.
Dont look away for validation
You dont even need to believe me
All you have to do is remember 
You beautiful goddess creature, just remember where you came from. 
Dim the lights and close your eyes and let yourself fly 
Go wherever you want to go, away from the drama, from the roles. 
Away from the mundane, from the everyday
In the silence, let the truth speak
Let your heart tell you what you came here to do. 
You crave to be something the world has never seen.
So ask yourself honestly..
What’s stopping you?

(Originally published here, at Wild Heart Writers, Sep. 17, 2016)

Dolly Mahtani is a Professional Dreamer from Santiago, Chile. A lover. A giver. An optimist, a rebel, a romantic. A breaker of paradigms and stereotypes. An aspiring novelist and screenwriter. She wants to change the world and find the rest of her tribe. She is part of the {R}evolution happening right now, at a corner near you. She is a warrior and her weapon of choice is her pen. She bleeds her heart out on the battlefield. Whatever her truth is, she puts it out there bare. Her deepest desire is to put something into the world that wasn't there before, but the rushing flood of excitement and albeit good intentions overwhelm her sometimes and she don’t know where to start. She's stuck at the dreaming part. You can find her pouring out her soul on her blog here, or connect with her on Facebook here

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