THE BODY OF THE DIVINE

As these waves of discomfort and contraction arise,

Can you welcome each and every one

As your Self?

As aspects of you

That have simply been waiting for you

To bow in namaste

That they may reveal This Love that has always been here

closer than breathing, nearer than hands and feet.

Hello Sweetheart. Hello warrior. Hello gentle one. Hello rage. Hello Teenager. Hello Adolescent who began to allow others to define her. Hello very little one who was simply being Herself. Hello one who carries the weight of her ancestors pain. Hello one who didn’t know how to do this human thing. Hello one who knew the interconnectedness of everything. Hello little powerhouse. Hello Twinkle toes. Hello wide open Beingness. I feel you. I see you.

Each contraction carrying its own signature sensations, location, misunderstandings.

Each carrying an aspect of Essence that has never left you.

Each one a doorway to the Infinite.

If you are feeling separate, or desperate, or numb, or alone...

This is simply the great misunderstanding

Making itself felt, that you may now recognize Her

As your very Self in disguise.

Ah, there you are, my beloved!

Welcome.

Welcome Home.

It is time for Sleeping Beauty to awaken,

To live fully Who she Is and always has been;

A perfect cell

In the body of the Divine.

OM Sat-Chit-Ananda

(art by Rikki Drover "Love Embracing")

Just Past the Threshold

 

I am the Call 
That beckons 
From beyond name and form.

I am the invitation
To relax amidst the dissolution 

Of  your carefully constructed life.

I am Here 
Just past the threshold

That exists at the edge of reason,

Dancing

In the Emptiness 

that is...

Everything.

OM Sat Chit Ananda

I am This.

(image from OSHO Tarot deck)

HOLY COMMUNION

 

There is a river that runs
Just below the surface of our everyday focus,
Where the forest mushrooms chant praises to Gaia
Across a luminous network of Love,
And Monarchs find their way south
Without compass or protection.
Where bees dance in sacred geometry,
And whales chant the names of god
in ways that only our hearts can recognize.

Whenever you feel lost or alone,
Be still for just a moment,
And listen. 
Listen underneath...
Listen to the Song that Love is singing.
 

(Image - Evening Song Joe Gilronan))

It is Here

 

The invitation
To remember
Your Original face,
Your eternal nature,
Is right here
In your present circumstance.

Just say Yes.

(Photo - Crab Nebula M1)

Guardian at the Gate

 

What if Fear is your Ally?

And Love's midwife?

The messenger from the worlds "beyond"?

The One who says, "Come here...right here, this is your edge.

Here is the limit you have put on your own existence.

Stand here with me. Feel this shakiness, this tension, this twisting in your gut. Allow yourself to be in this tension for awhile.

Open to the Mystery that is right here.

And I will show you the door to Freedom."

(Image of "Guardian of the Buddha" at Todai-Ji temple in Japan. This statue has the mouth open and represents “birth”, or “the beginning”.)

She Rises

 

Sometimes she swallows me whole,
This goddess who rises up
Within me
When the moon is full
And I disappear
into Her 
Mystery.

(source of image unknown)

The Song of Freedom

 

Today you surrendered the promise
You made in another life
To keep the little one safe
And small
And disconnected
From the unpredictable power
Of her own Life Force;
Buried alive.

Today you met the Gift
And danced with
The imprenetrable wall
The immovable force
The undeniable and Ultimate NO
That had no opposite.
Today the hundred veils are parted
And this Love
Reveals Itself as the One
Who has no opposite.

Dressed up in the garb of impenetrability.
The ten-ton weight
Has no substance;
Only Light!

Today you see with new eyes.
This is Remembrance.
This is the Return.
This is Reconciliation
Death and Resurrection.

Today as you dance with
The Keeper of Lost Secrets,
Darkness becomes your friend.
And Void reveals the gift
Of Promises made long ago:
The honey hidden in the comb.

Be the bee

Swim in this Ocean of Nectar
Dance in the Great Unknown
Sing the Song of Freedom.

(art by mara berendt friedman "phoenix")