This is the time to embrace every ounce of love, every drop of inner authority and every resilient bone in your body to vibrate with the truth of your essential nature.
We are not in ordinary times. We are in a field of intensity where all that is not true is rising to the surface. It happens with individual organisms and it happens with collective organisms. It’s entirely natural. But it may look ugly and feel scary to the point of terrifying. It may feel disorientating as perception and assumed reality trembles and shakes. Be beautifully crazy and resilient.
It’s necessary and ultimately good. Cleansing is like that.
Here are some of this week’s poems.
As we stand In the total acceptance And silence Of this exquisite moment The past comes to an end Ancestral wounds And karmic burdens Unwind themselves And something completes It is a beautiful service To empty oneself enough For this to happen. ---------------------------------- We say 'My life,' as though we own it And imbue ourselves with self importance But everything is borrowed from the divine We would be better saying, 'The life I have been lent by God.' -------------------------------- The greatest gift of grace Is to be at peace with all of it Even when it is not peaceful. ------------------------------- Your true beauty and grace Are unseen By those who are veiled And mesmerized By surface appearances. ------------------------------- Quit standing on the edge Trying to work it out Jump into the unknown Everything you need Will be given to you as you fall It will drive the mind That seeks control Beautifully crazy. ------------------------------- Whatever feeds your soul Give it that Whatever it is within your heart That longs to burst forth Cherish it and nurture it Don’t let the flame Be dampened by any negativity Yours or others There is a garden inside you A simple turning towards it Again and again Is enough. -------------------------------- Can you tell me who you are Who you really are I think you cannot For you are the mystery Cloaked in form And all attempts at description Ultimately fall short And you will fall into silence And that silence Will tell me you who are. -------------------------------- May you sift through The endless veils Of illusion Yours and the worlds Until you arrive at something true. --------------------------------- The one who turns their back On the herd Jumps the gate And flees into the hills Because they long To feel the wind on their skin And the sky of their soul Celebrate them, they keep beauty alive And if you are one, celebrate You are more valuable to the world Than you may know. ------------------------------------ If there must be a prayer Let it be To see the love That is ever present Even in the face Of fear and suffering. -------------------------------------
Thanks for reading!
Thanks Kavi, food for the Soul!
Beautiful. Thank you so much. xx