A Heart Rising
My heart is heavy with the color of grief.
My mind is flooded by the thousand questions, the desire to know what it is to be truly free, the desire to delve the depths of the ocean of mystery, knowing well that swimming too deep, like flying too close to the Sun, will spell one’s doom.
This thing called living is not for the faint of heart.
To do it well, to remain open and seeking, curious and full of wonder, tilled by life’s experiences while allowing for the bitterness, along with the sweetness, to be the deep medicine that it truly is, none of this is easy.
I have not written for days, because somehow the words feel trite in expressing the truth of the matter.
These spaces are infiltrated, and contribute to the continued indoctrination of our species.
As I watch people care about nothing, as I witness the apathy and the illness, the darkness that is also within me, the hungry ghosts and parasites who sit in waiting to eat us up, the waistland of this culture and the people who are still trying to push their views and agendas and paradigms down my throat, on every single side and from every single angle, I feel chocked by the enormity of it.
I feel sickened by our ignorance and disregard for life. I feel shocked by the shadow hiding in plain view, and yet no one cares to look.
Is this what we call madness?
I weep a thousand tears of longing for the restoration of her highest form, for the recalibration from violence to compassion in my own heart, and for the return of the natural order of things, sprung from an ocean of love that washes through our bodies, so that we might remember our wholeness, once again.
You were not born broken.
You were not born to serve your own lesser instincts.
You were not born here to be a slave to someone else’s small order.
The darkness, it is coming closer now.
Is your home in order?
Do you know who you are?
Do you know whom it is that you serve?
So many do not.
We keep barreling through, never stopping to consider the shadow on our doorstep.
Never listening to it’s story with infinite compassion, mining the gold in it's inner secret chamber.
What is liberation, truly?
What does it mean to be free?
What does it feel like to sing the great mystery back into being in the here and in the now, without flinching at the darkness, without bowing and cowering to our lesser forms, without pretending to be something that we are not?
I want to know this beauty, the beauty way, the way back to the great remembrance, the way forward into a new beingness, the far side of the ocean, in the morning light, a heart rising.
You expressed my own thoughts and feelings precisely.
Thank you 🙏🏼
The beauty way… Thank you 🙏💛