At some point, how you thought it was all going to turn out
will crumble away into dust.....all that remains is your raw
burning heart...
will crumble away into dust.....all that remains is your raw
burning heart...
It is the nature of form to take birth, to dance, to play, and then
to fall back into the unknown. This is not some sort of cosmic
error, but the way of things - creative, intelligent, and a reflection
of universal flow.
to fall back into the unknown. This is not some sort of cosmic
error, but the way of things - creative, intelligent, and a reflection
of universal flow.
Relationships, work, family, friends, our health ... ideas about
ourselves, others, and the world. What we thought would
provide ongoing meaning and purpose. Even what we were so
sure about just a few days ago - the great realizations, discoveries,
and insights about who we are, what is most true, what will
provide lasting peace... no longer quite as convincing. A dream
has vanished and has not yet been replaced by a new vision.
But inside the shards of the broken world, pure
ourselves, others, and the world. What we thought would
provide ongoing meaning and purpose. Even what we were so
sure about just a few days ago - the great realizations, discoveries,
and insights about who we are, what is most true, what will
provide lasting peace... no longer quite as convincing. A dream
has vanished and has not yet been replaced by a new vision.
But inside the shards of the broken world, pure
life awaits.
All form must end, departing through a portal into darkness, so that
new forms may emerge from the crucible of clear space. But what
is emerging in the womb of Now is not knowable ahead of time,
and is not subject to our hopes, fears or fantasies of control.
While the mind will struggle with the wrathful nature of this truth,
the heart knows... the body knows...
new forms may emerge from the crucible of clear space. But what
is emerging in the womb of Now is not knowable ahead of time,
and is not subject to our hopes, fears or fantasies of control.
While the mind will struggle with the wrathful nature of this truth,
the heart knows... the body knows...
See that the death of form is filled with erupting particles of life,
with magic, and with the fragrance of the holy. You can relax...
and rest inside the core of the contradictions. Here, the chaos
and the glory are one.
with magic, and with the fragrance of the holy. You can relax...
and rest inside the core of the contradictions. Here, the chaos
and the glory are one.
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