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.
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
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.
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,
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 at The Sky!
notice a fluffy cloud,
deLight in its shapeshifting,
marvel at the Greater Why.
most importantly,
just
be
Here
now.
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.
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!
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
I am
a child
at play,
blissfully oblivious
to the perceived madness
“out there”.
In my imagination
I dwell
touching Earth 🌎
and Sky 🙏
No war in here,
nothing to fight for.
No hatred,
only true Love.
Generosity always,
in lieu of greed’s
incessant needs.
So bright,
exquisitely simple,
where I play.
Ease-full
especially when
the discomforts come.
CommUnity,
where I play.
It’s a small
intimate world 🌎
We know
see
hear
heal
tend to
each other.
Not Perfection –
far from it –
we are children
after all!
In our play Ground,
chaos joyfully dances 💃
with Innocence!
We are children
at play!
Come,
now,
join us!
All are welcome!
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