Am I too much, Mother?

a dialogue with the deep feminine

I am too much, Mother.

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I am too much, Mother.
You are not too much for me. 

I am too much for this world.
I am this world. You are not too much for me. 

I am too much for the people, the people of this world.
I am the people. You are not too much for me. 

I will break. I cannot endure.
You were made for this. You are not too much for me. 

Why do I have to hurt this much? My body cannot hold it.
I am your body. You are not too much for me.

What is it you want?
To be free.

What does it mean to be free?
To love and let go. 

Where does the love go?
In the well, daughter.

Am I ever gonna have the love I long for?
You have it already.