sacred cauldrons,
we are,
co-created,
guided,
emptied and filled.
brimming to overflow,
bubbling,
simmering gently,
fed by the eternal
crackling
Flames.
aromas wafting
through
and across
the realms.
change
dissipates difficulties
that part,
she,
the one who quickly
dissipates difficulties,
who is she?
where did she come from?
how old were we
when she first emerged ?
curious
and
eager to thank her.
she kept us alive,
afloat,
here, in body, now.
to her, I wish to say:
I am ready, Dear One,
to feel,
to trust,
the difficulties
you hurried
to take away.
I am ready to allow
the difficult bits
the spaciousness
to burn 🔥
to reconfigure us
from the inside out.
Patience
There was a gentle knock
on The Door.
Wasn’t ready to see,
to engage with,
The Tender Bits
in-side
nervously fidgeting,
worrying,
concerned
about what they were sensing
from the out-side.
Better to ignore
the knock
to scroll
endlessly;
much easier to delve
into other people’s lives
dramas, and belief systems.
Learning, staying informed
the justifications applied
here, now.
Judgement, the bile that arises
when the scrolling
finally
ceases.
Anger,
shame,
guilt,
searing self-recrimination!
Oh no, not this again!
Such utter waste of precious
time and attention!
Why so weak?!
In the midst of spiraling
into the familiar Abyss,
a faint voice
in the Wilderness,
Patience,
calling for restraint,
for kindness,
generosity
and self-compassion.
Breathe, she suggests.
Next time, perhaps,
see if we can just take
a slight look
at The Door.
Featured
Liminality
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.
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.
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.
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.
the remembrance
came in a dream
last night, two words:
Stillness
Freshness
all that is recalled,
pieces, clues
from within
the subconscious Mind.
Stillness
conjures a Mountain,
the mighty Oak,
the Earth,
Wisdom.
Freshness
less somber,
lighter,
Innocence,
play.
Balance,
perhaps,
a message to take away.
Or, the remembrance
of a Truth
in a world
addicted to noise:
The Still
births
The Fresh –
always was,
always is,
always will be.
Rise, rooted
nervous,
proceed anyway –
breathing,
praying 🙏
hands sweaty, voice trembling,
do it!
that thing
on your Heart
for decades –
perhaps even lifetimes.
the irritant in your Soul
that simply
will not
leave you alone,
begging you
to Rise,
rooted
firmly
in yourself,
your dharma,
your imagination,
in forces far beyond
your comprehension.
Luminous Things
bright,
smart Beings,
they don’t stay
they inevitably fly away.
why?
what of the conditions –
the soil,
the ethos –
here, now
discourage commitment
inspire flight?
perhaps,
a misalignment of values?
a sense of directionlessness?
a desire for a bit more
stability and community?
all this and more,
trusting an instinct
to Go
Now
and explore.
Luminous Things await
on fear’s other side!
