A line was drawn in the sand
To keep you safe as a little one;
Safe from harm, and
Safe from your elders' fears
Of their own unmet shadows.
You understood with your child's mind
That if you crossed this line, you would die.
It seemed so clear that
There was an abyss on the other side of that line,
Along with frightful child-eating monsters… so of course,
The command “stay back” was etched deeply
In a hidden place in the back of your mind,
And you never questioned it.
So that even now, decades later,
When life offers you a challenge to this carefully constructed identity,
Or a taste of freedom from the tyranny of this line,
The 9-1-1 alarms go off, and the old insistent commands take over…
“Danger! Danger! Get down. Back up. Don’t question, just stop… now!"
This line was constructed long ago with great intelligence
To keep the little one safe
In a world she did not yet have the tools to navigate.
And now the world is asking you
To return to the starting place.
To return to Who you were before the imaginary line of separation was drawn.
To return to Who you have always been.
So when you find yourself fighting old ghosts, holding yourself back,
Being triggered by someone who reflects what is not acceptable from behind the line…
When you feel contracted, restricted, agitated, or in great discomfort…
Welcome it all.
This is the invitation from the other side of the Line
To come Home again
To the vast expanse of Beingness you are.
Let this Self you are,
Be found…
Let It reveal Itself to you again and again,
And in doing so, you offer the world the same invitation…
To come Home
In ever expanding
Ripples of
Yes.
