At times, our reference points will be taken away, revealing
a shimmering, pregnant, endarkened void. What were so
clear about just a few days ago is nowhere to be found. The
inspiration in our spiritual lives, our deepest insights and
realizations - recycled in the activity of the vast - somehow
no longer reachable.
a shimmering, pregnant, endarkened void. What were so
clear about just a few days ago is nowhere to be found. The
inspiration in our spiritual lives, our deepest insights and
realizations - recycled in the activity of the vast - somehow
no longer reachable.
The solid ground [of beliefs] we once took refuge in has
disintegrated underneath us, sending us into unknown
territory. We were so sure were beyond breaking yet again,
that we finished all that, but the Beloved is not interested in
maintaining the status quo. It is the nature of all form to
disintegrate, so that new forms may emerge.
disintegrated underneath us, sending us into unknown
territory. We were so sure were beyond breaking yet again,
that we finished all that, but the Beloved is not interested in
maintaining the status quo. It is the nature of all form to
disintegrate, so that new forms may emerge.
Between the worlds.....longing for an end to the contradictions,
we find ourselves in the liminal, but how do we rest there? How
could we be asked to surrender more?
we find ourselves in the liminal, but how do we rest there? How
could we be asked to surrender more?
It can seem that we are falling apart, but were we ever together
to begin with? Is that even the right lens from which to attempt
navigation? Or were we always something more whole?
Today may not be the day for answers, but to let your heart
break open to the vastness of the questions.
to begin with? Is that even the right lens from which to attempt
navigation? Or were we always something more whole?
Today may not be the day for answers, but to let your heart
break open to the vastness of the questions.
Something is longing to be born, in you, as you, as the poetry
of your life and as the gifts you will share with others. Lay
your hands on your heart. Listen. Receive. There are blues
coming into existence that have never made their way into this
dimension. Oranges, reds, yellows, and purples that have been
sent to remind you of the rarity and outrageousness of one human
heart...
Stay right here. Don't move from this moment. Open your senses.
Step into the Mystery. See through the veil. Everything that has
ever happened and everyone you have ever met, has led up to this
moment. Trust in the fires of disintegration and renewal, and in the
timeline that is written within the cells of your heart...
of your life and as the gifts you will share with others. Lay
your hands on your heart. Listen. Receive. There are blues
coming into existence that have never made their way into this
dimension. Oranges, reds, yellows, and purples that have been
sent to remind you of the rarity and outrageousness of one human
heart...
Stay right here. Don't move from this moment. Open your senses.
Step into the Mystery. See through the veil. Everything that has
ever happened and everyone you have ever met, has led up to this
moment. Trust in the fires of disintegration and renewal, and in the
timeline that is written within the cells of your heart...
That was beautifully written. Open our eyes, our minds and our hearts to the wonder of the present.
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