WE MET IN SACRED COMMUNION
We have returned from the retreat in Utah, and what a profound experience it was. There is a depth and joy, a healing and a transformation that happens when bodies meet in sacred space, in sacred communion. The online gatherings are excellent, but in many ways are the tip of the iceberg, and the in-person are what lies under the surface. Someone said they relaxed so deeply for the first time they felt as though they were held by a womb.
I think this is the power of having both Amoda and myself actively teaching together in retreats. There is a harmonization and rebalancing of feminine and masculine energies, basically a healing of the mummy and daddy in us all. It feels and seems very powerful. It is such an honor and pleasure to serve this with all my heart, as though some kind of ‘divine destiny’ were at play.
Now we are back and in recovery and I am scribbling some new poems, some of which I share with you now. Be well, thanks for reading.
The light is pouring in It is so bright It dissolves darkness And cleanses falseness What we feel, If we are in any way available, Is that purification As it passes through all life Hold steady, be still Rest in the inner core of beingness Love is unstoppable. ------------------------ Don’t let the shadow world Be the world you live in Any longer The veil of illusion is lifting The light is pouring in And that shadow is lifting It will disturb you It will cleanse you It may even terrify you But ultimately It will heal you. ----------------------- Inner authority Is a sacred truth Forgotten and overlooked In this dense reality Of conditioning and treachery But remember it we must If we are to step into our power. ----------------------- With enough grace, persistence And deconstruction You fall right out of culture Into the open arms of eternity. ----------------------- If you can reach to the heavens, to the divine And manage to pull down the stars Just for a moment And let them shine here on earth That is enough. ----------------------- Worthiness cannot be given by anyone outside us It is innate Given by the divine But our sense of worthiness can be stolen We can appear to give it away When we are violated And then we seek that worthiness in things Or in relationships Or religion But let us be clear It is not your worthiness that is lost It is your sense of worthiness And there is a big difference. ------------------------- Between form and formless Must we walk Not one or the other but both In this world but not of this world What am I, I asked Am I the wave remembering itself as the ocean Or the ocean knowing itself as the wave The sky or the thought cloud floating through, And dissolving into nothingness There are no answers to any of these questions Let us just sit here quietly for a time And feel the pulse of life As it flows into being. -------------------------- We are the stories God writes Upon the tapestry of eternity. -------------------------- If all you see are the clouds of thought You will never know the true brilliance of the sky. -------------------------
Don’t forget our relationship weekend retreat on the 9/10 of December. I think this one will be the fire of love burning bright.