airport,
forest,
cabin,
hotel –
transitory,
means to move
from one place
to another.
holding spaces,
sacred ground to
stop,
rest,
Be,
see
your threshold,
meet your unknown.
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Soft and Slow
Memories,
cannot access many –
blurry,
scary,
unwelcomed
they are.
Better to keep locked deep –
for now.
The time may come
to visit certain memories,
one by one,
soft and slow,
well resourced,
strongly grounded,
begin to see
the memories differently,
to heal the broken Heart,
melt the frozen bits,
integrate it all,
emanate a clearer frequency.
Treasure Trove
Submerged!
Buried alive!
your Voice,
your Courage,
your Original Face.
Do not despair.
No one to blame.
Nothing forever lost.
Never to late.
Life has her mysteries,
rhythm,
and timing.
Your Treasure Trove
now recovered,
bring it up –
slowly,
tenderly –
from The Ocean’s Floor.
Open with curiosity,
reclaim
your Voice
your Courage,
your Original Face.
genius
Genius
seems to come
at a very steep price.
Typically,
heavy drugs
for a gifted musician
or
egregious infidelity
for a talented athlete.
Why?
The weight of The Pedestal,
the unrealistic expectations,
the Godlike projections?
Or dizzying fame
borne too quick & too young,
allowing no adequate time
for a stronger foundation?
Always a similar story,
a shared humanity,
the need to escape the anxiety,
that knawing
lethal
relentless
core belief
of innate
unworthiness.
Alas, nowhere to run,
the angst always comes back.
Some heal, eventually learn.
Others, they cannot return.
dress rehearsal
six years ago,
a dress rehearsal.
Fierce Grace,
it was,
though we did not believe so.
asked to slow down,
to be Still,
to go in,
we choose
to move fast,
to look out,
to go back
no matter the costs.
when will we learn?
what will it take
to grow up,
to repent,
to repair
all that has been lost?
a clock ticks,
a cliff awaits,
Earth, regenerates.
where there is fear
where there is fear,
there can be no Love.
where there is fear,
there can be no joy.
where there is fear,
there can be no Altruism.
where there is fear,
there can be no
accountability.
where there is fear,
there is no reason –
only vast illusion.
where there is fear,
there is no freedom,
only manipulation.
where there is fear,
there is no authority –
one’s agency rendered
a mere commodity.
where there is fear,
there is no clear vision –
that we are One –
interconnected –
can be preached
but not seen or embodied.
where there is fear,
there lives hate –
disdain of “the other”
and, therefore, the self.
where there is fear,
there can be no satisfaction,
only constriction
no sense of self-actualization –
“life” becomes about survival
at any cost, collaboration
rarely genuinely sought.
where there is fear,
there is Wall,
a massive edifice,
around mind, body, and
Soul –
voluntary imprisonment
in the name of security,
nationalism,
and tribe preservation.
where there is fear,
subjugation and humiliation
do not hide
and distorted masculinity
thrives.
where there is fear,
there is also opportunity
to perceive differently,
to soften,
to widen,
to cultivate a faith
that surpasses
human understanding.
The Heart ❤️ once wildly lost
can again be found 🙏
money
money –
conflicted:
a source of evil
or
a manifestation of
abundance?
a burden or a savior?
both?
a matter of perspective,
born of ancestral perceptions.
at its core
like all things human,
simply neutral,
money,
a blank screen
for our fears and projections.
look up!
look up at The Sky!
notice a fluffy cloud,
deLight in its shapeshifting,
marvel at the Greater Why.
most importantly,
just
be
Here
now.
unraveled & witnessed
unraveled,
she became completely
undone.
the difference this time:
she allowed herself to be
compassionately
witnessed,
and that
made all
the difference. 🙏
stripped to The Bone
Life
will strip you
all the way down
to The Bone,
to your very Essence,
when you surrender –
holding absolutely
nothing
back!
Succumbing to The River,
arms wide open!
Receptive,
softening the jaw,
the breath,
the doubt.
Being,
present,
feeling it all –
the fear,
the angst,
the panic,
the tenderness!
Relent!
Resistance is futile!
As Life takes the reigns,
Radical Trust
becomes the curriculum.
The madness of the mind
melts
into the background –
its rightful place –
in deference
and service
to its Master,
the grounded Heart.
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