Self hatred has form. It takes shape in my body and in my actions and in my environment. It takes shape in my feelings in my thoughts and in my actions. It influences my senses and my nonsenses.
Theres one place however that self hatred does not penetrate. That is intuition.
For intuition is the spark of spirit that strives to heal. Intuition flies the flag of Universal Truth. Intuition is inherently self loving and unifying.
No matter how pernicious is self hatred, Intuition is a constant hum of harmony in the background that eventually thrums and sings out the melody of my song. Thus, the coming and going and the ups and downs of my daily rhythms.
Self hatred criticizes. Self love consoles. Self hatred ignores compliments. Self love broadcasts them. Self hatred notices faults and undone actions. Self love enjoys timelessness. Self hatred procrastinates and overwhelms. Self love dances in a flexibly full schedule. Self love plans for assistance. Self hatred pushes through alone. Self love specializes creatively. Self hatred generalizes destructively.
Intuition’s glow brings loving reflection like a light in a cave, illuminating a path around the chasm of self hatred just when I teeter at the edge. I come close, but I don’t fall in.