unraveled,
she became completely
undone.
the difference this time:
she allowed herself to be
compassionately
witnessed,
and that
made all
the difference. 🙏
faith
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.
Be You
a bit of a contemplative time,
going within,
diving deep –
deeper than ever before,
meeting and making friends
with all the variations
and parts of Me.
Listening
to all their stories
and different perspectives.
Breathing,
long and slow,
taking it all in,
heart breaking and opening –
no judgement,
only Love ❤️,
patience,
and compassion 🙏
At the core,
The Messages
all seem to be same:
Be you, Beloved,
please do not deviate
from your Original Face 🤗
Original artwork by Lili Arnold for CauseBox, 2017
annihilation
death.
annihilation.
trans-formation.
no going back,
a time to grieve,
to let go
to let it burn 🔥
it – that which was
and can no longer
be
here
now.
a new identity awaits,
must allow the old
to gently fall away.
scared?
yes, petrified
standing
naked
at yet another Threshold.
where am I going?
where is my Songline leading?
skin shedding,
ancestral beliefs rising –
disempowerment,
unworthiness,
scarcity
the possibility of not living
to full potentiality.
that story ends
here
now
with me,
with fervent prayers,
with aligned community,
with Trust and surrender
day by day,
breath by deep breath,
re-leasing,
re-membering.
dreams
what is
a dream
come true
for me?
what lies
over the Rainbow?
don’t know.
is that wrong?
feels so –
like some thing
missing,
a crucial piece
of a puzzle
glaring
it its absence.
hidden away,
perhaps,
some where deep
in side
waiting
patiently
for the right time.
“live the questions”
Rilke advised.
one day,
you’ll bump into
their answers.
stay true
“You go deep,”
they said,
surprised.
“Yes!”
I replied.
They weren’t ready
for My Depth.
I stay true.
There is a they
waiting
for me.
sacred work
what is the Sacred Work
I am to do
being
fully
here
now –
tired
grief-strickened
stunned
a tad numbed?
what can I offer
from “my” heArt
to “yours”?
the breath?
mere air?
yes, deep breathing
inhaling,
smelling
like the way of a baby,
taking It all
in and down
to the belly
to the Fire 🔥
hold It there
gently witness
trans-formation.
At the appointed time,
exhale
re-lease
birth
slowly
intentionally
Freshness
something new
something
needed
urgently
now!
This is what
I am
to do.
the wall of glass
an explosion!
a dismantling of perceived power,
a dramatic testament to impending change.
life cannot be contained,
controlled,
doled out in calculated bits
to a privileged few.
all this witnessed
through the wall of glass.
time ending for those over there –
the workers –
nearer to the raging Fire 🔥
and billowing towers of toxic smoke.
the possibility of extended time
and, perhaps, lessons,
for those over here,
a bit farther away –
the family of consumers
living in the house 🏠
with the wall of glass.
bible
a rather bold invitation made:
write your own bible.
at first, a bit of consternation,
followed by curiosity
and irreverent possibilities!
bible as just a word –
lower case b
supplanting the upper case and its connotations:
dogma
constriction
judgement
patriarchy.
no, in my bible
tales of only love
connection,
spaciousness,
and a direct –
always open –
line to Benevolence.
Beauty in The Bleakness
marveling at the resplendent Peacock 🦚
its extra-ordinary ability to in-gest
poison
and trans-form it into breathtaking, awe-inspiring Beauty.
reminds me of the Lotus 🪷
thriving in bleak
muddy waters 💧
ah, the lessons nature teaches
when we choose to slow down
listen intently,
look up & down & all around carefully,
really lean into
the Totality of Life,
this Moment,
each other.
opportunities abound everywhere
to trans-form the perceived mess and chaos
into gentle medicine for all;
into something vastly different than we’ve ever experienced –
more relevant, courageous, mature, and equitable.
there is unimaginable Beauty in this bleakness.
can you feel it?
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