I dream of a world

Where leading from the heart is seen as strength, never weakness
Where the sensual and the sacred have morphed back into it’s belonged oneness
Where we aren’t valued by the hours that we work and the amount of money we make, but by how much it is done through our pure intention and courage to follow our deepest calling
Where love is seen as abundant and not merely a conditional exchange between two lovers
Where the superpowers of trust, alignment and surrender are recognized and the illusionary reality of rigidity and pushing are debunked
Where the feminine has been invited into balance again, be it the feminine body, Mother Nature and the sacredness of our womb
Where everybody is equal yet celebrated for their glorious diversity 
Where the feeling world isn’t judged but encouraged to be expressed and held in the loving arms of compassion
Where we own our triggers, stepping through them, as portals for transformation
Where children are held in love and never have to fight for it
Where communion with the divine is prioritized just as much as is eating and breathing
Where we treat each other as brothers and sister, first and foremost
Where the act defence has been softened, as if the first act of war
Where we hold on and let go, with wisdom and grace
Where consciousness is King and love his Queen