Saturday, October 6, 2012

Please Lead Her

A leader doesn't make himself. He is chosen by his followers. His lesson was well-noted. Embraced and internalized.

They want to follow her.
They want to be in her company.
They want to hear her.
They want to learn from her.

She didn't seek to be a leader. She was chosen. By them.

She now carries a privileged responsibility for the small battalion of those wanting to know. 

To think, feel, and behave in a way to impart clarity, compassion, caring. 
To deliver messages honestly and lovingly. 
To provide that which is needed for them and them only.
To speak their language.
To listen.
To hear.
To respond.

To stand apart. To be a friend. To be a lover. To be a mother. To be a father. To be available. To be receptive. To be accepting. To be everything and nothing. 

A leader has been born. 
A leader without the yearning to dominate.
A leader chosen by those whose lives came in contact with her.
A leader flowering after a lifetime of hybernation.

She has awoke. The ice has cracked. The long overdue explosion, like a volcano erupting. 

She has arrived.

May the followers lead her to her freedom.

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