Gravity

Gravity 

Gravity ... that strong pull towards the realm of sleep and the unknowing, of deep core, of centrifugal, inevitable forces that hold together, keep from disintegrating and spiraling out

Integrity ... that non-negotiable pull towards the center of one's being

Honesty ... that mashing of gravity and integrity, deepening what is lived into the world and taken into one self

Openness is the key, shining through layers of experience and wisdom

Empathy and understanding, humility with exuberance, innocence tempered with understanding, power understood as love and self-directedness, with self-regard.

Being able to claim... my place, my self, my space, my past, present and future, my voice,

Knowing that I will never be “finished”, at stand still, arrived, rather continuing to experience, learn and that growing means all ranges of reactions and experiences of emotions.

What if I already am

What if I only have to find my way back into the purity of what I am

The becoming is just a beautiful enhancement, adornment of the original golden glow

That would be surrendering to gravity in all its facets and trusting it.

Traveling light

Traveling light

Touching down ever so lightly,

holding where I came from with where I am and where I am about to go

Knowing where I have come from and seeing the possibility of what I am becoming emerge right now

Mindfulness in listening and seeing is called for

Lightness, sweetness and solidity in holding the moment and space

Actions and stillness in balance

Imbuing the moment with just the right gravitas, the right lightness of touch

knowing the world is one and continuously flowing, rotating

the tides sweeping back and forth

the winds and energy, gravity circling this earth

Knowing anything, even the slightest thought, heart tremor and soul craft will set in motion....all things to come... 

Shaped by all who have been invited and headed the call

Responsibility, gratitude, awe and faith...all sweeping in, swooping down, meeting at this moment right here, right now

Too much or just right?  How about....right now...stepping forward...stepping into...

Being aware of travels past and future and keeping the moon in my sight 

Wisdom about singing bowl by Kabir

Kabir calls it "the clay jug", I will rename it "Singing bowl"

Inside this singing bowl there are canyons and pine mountains, and the maker of canyons and pine mountains!
All seven oceans are inside, and hundreds of millions of stars.
The acid that tests gold is there , and the one who judges jewels.
And the music from the strings no one touches, and the source of all water.
If you want the truth, I will tell you the truth:
Friend, listen, the God whom I love is inside.

Broken open by a larger being

Being shaken and rattled all night. Bashed, flung onto rocks, battered without pain, broken to pieces by a darker, larger force – and the surrendering is easy.  No fear.

Being taken under the arms and shaken out of my skin, so much attachment, so many strong links, pulling and thrusting.  Gentle and determined hands sliding along my inner body and peeling it away from my outer skin.  How long it takes, how firmly all is one, how fiercely, ferociously, unwaveringly I am dying to the old – the process of reemergence as the me that had always been waiting to be.

Like my dragon swans unwinding the snake that winds too tightly around my chest, my heart, my throat, my lungs.  The snake the prevents my being fully in the light, out in the world as me with voice, heart, dance, soul and song. With different movements. Stepping forward with all of me, not just offering part of me, not just sending my loyal soldiers, not just baring my wounded child.

Holding my loyal soldiers, those who have protected me so well, given me a magical, wonderful life, in my arms, looking into each others eye so sweetly, knowing each other so well, honoring the life we have been able to give each other.

Giving each other sacred vows to help each other bring love and passion fully into this world and receive it and have it be received.

Being broken open – and finding the promise it will kill me to break is again never to close again – never to go back to sleep.

Surrendering to the tides of time

Arms, legs, heart, soul, lungs, eyes wide open, I am lying on a red rock in the middle of a tidal flow of time and timelessness

In the middle of an ancient ocean, the stars are floating on the waves of air high above

A passionately, endlessly and gently exploding and on the verge of exploding energy is coursing through me.

creative, tense, just on the edge and yet always flowing – like the never ending, never ceasing, exciting and soothing, glowing and awakening, sensuous touch of a lover. Like the caressing and holding, a beholding of that gaze, that smile that a lover gives you when thought unobserved or fully present if courageous.

Is this the beloved?  Is this the flow of all flows?

Right through me and I am within it and it is in me.

Before, now and after.

Opposites united – awe and knowing, arousal and softening, sensing and beyond senses, within and part of.

Beauty

Beauty is light being reflected in many different ways

To create colors and textures that touch everything.

Beauty is being filled with light radiating out through every pore.

What can beauty teach us but that we are all being touched by everything, suffused, diffused, maybe even confused by the connections, the dabbling, dancing, bouncing off of each others, the prisms and possibilities, the radiance and brilliance.

Darkness then is not an absence of light but an absence of reflection, an absence of something that the light can shine on and be thrown back from at different angles, darkness it light being absorbed. 

Light is always there, everywhere, whether we can see it or not – a trick of the eye.  And our souls can discern it, that quality of velvet darkness where the light is touching us, where we are absorbing the pure light without reflecting it away from us.  And so it is with beauty.

What alchemy then to be able to radiate it out as energy, as our core being, touching others and either creating rainbows or sweet, deep darkness and a soft, humming glow.

Alchemy

Alchemy: The building of a container of love and soul that can hold the mixing of love and death, transforming both

The love that is born out of death is truly soul surpassing, spirit enveloping.

In death, love becomes so pure, so ego-less that all are, all is transformed

Seeing changes, listening changes, glances become steadfast and soft, eyes are opening to let in and pour forth,

To allow the touching of ones innermost core without fear or guarding at the threshold.

In giving of and to each other to celebrate the passing of one soul, the changes of energy, a powerful container of love is created that can absorb the soul transformation. For that is what passing is, a passing on, an absorbing into other…..love.

Without love, taking in of the soul won’t happen, the container for alchemy will not be ready, pure, perfectly shaped by hearts and souls.  Without death, the alchemy won’t take place, for death feeds the flaming up of love, with the rays of soul, with a new richness for life.

Death then can transform relationships, those of the past, of the present, of the future, those of passing, those of staying.