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.
life
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.
The Land of Depression
Quite arid,
this Land of Depression,
lonely too.
Great expanse of sky –
low, dark, heavy.
Threats of rain constantly,
barely see the Sun.
Not a hint of The Moon
nor people.
A bit of a bubble
this Land of Depression.
Claustrophobic,
hard to breathe at times!
Grasping for something –
any thing –
to emerge from The Abyss,
to remain afloat,
to see with texture and color,
to re-member what matters.
Just a taste will do
in this Moment.
An inkling of Light,
even in the imagination,
a means to navigate
in this Land of Depression
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.
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.
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 🙏
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.
