We build walls around our heart
To protect our vulnerable self
Fearful that others, or the world,
Will hurt or destroy us
We develop unconscious strategies
To maintain these walls
And we play out
An unconscious dance routine
With existence
Moving towards, moving away
Pulling the world closer
Then, when it gets too close,
Pushing it back away
Drawn, like a moth to the flame
To intimacy, the great revealer,
But, when intimacy gets too close to the wall,
Rushing to its defense
Even at the cost of our happiness
We would rather endure a protected unhappiness
Than risk all and abandon the wall
What a strange creature we are
Friend, the whole thing must come down
For we are not that any more
And the walls of defense
Erected in innocence
Have become our prisons
And we are held captive
By the past.
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Beautiful, this speaks to something I’ve been noticing, the “edge” where trust in deeper intelligence comes up against fear of the mind. As I’ve learned from you and Amoda, the end of this “dance” is learning to be still and trust the deepest. Thank you 🙏 ❤️