Cultivating Light, pt.1

 

I am beautiful and yummy again.  I am myself.

The hollow feeling is gone now.  It was only the mind playing tricks on me, chasing me down tunnels and challenging me to remember truth, remember love.

Love will do that.  It will remove obstacles as well as place obstacles in your path to bring you remembrance, to bring you back back back to knowing yourself as the sacred temple for life.

The body is gifted to teach us what we’re made of.

Joy, pleasure and peacefulness are the birthrights of every soul.

And your liberation is mine, don’t you see?

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Free yourself

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Walk with me in the field beyond right and wrong.

Our talking will cease when we open our senses to this place.

Here, every story becomes a love story.

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I am bowing to you

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The love that is gifted heals every cell of my being.

I am a sponge for the water of love as it pours down heavily, washing every jagged note within the music of my body-mind.

Out in the world, I carry this love like a tiny lantern inside my heart.

I am human, imperfect.  Outside, the wind is howling and the sky breaks open.

The fire of love burns inside the temple of this body.

I am the shelter, dancing in the storm.

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I bow to you

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We move in the body.

We feed in the body.

We grieve, rejoice, make love, make war, make mistakes and find balance in the body.

The entire spectrum of pain and pleasure exists within the body.

We are given constant opportunities to accept, to forgive and to love in the body.

And whenever we can, our hands will caress the face of our beloved and our quiet heart will whisper:

“Oh sweet one, your temple is a work of art.

The deathless One resides in you so perfectly.”

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I bow to you

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Your light moves me and I am speechless.

Dear pilgrim, I see eternity when I look at you.

Traveling pilgrim, what a gift to hold you again in this lifetime.

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The Matriarchy

 

There is ecstasy in forgetting yourself.

There is bliss in remembering yourself.

All streams are leading back to the Ocean,

darling pilgrim of the heart.

The Ages are shaping you

into a prism of light that carries every experience

and offers every freedom.

Run towards it!

Chase this light as you live, work, love, eat, sleep and dream.

You are the beautiful vessel

for this dance.

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Come to me

with the light in your eyes,

Come.

Speak to me

in a voice hushed with reverence

for this,

this waking up.

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Talk to me of everything you know

and everything you’ve forgotten.

I want to hear your stories of redemption, grief, loss and triumph.

I want to know how you became the Phoenix

and how you learned to forgive.

I want to hold the key to your joy

and treat it like it is my own.

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Please hunt your own heart,

the way you used to hunt the sacred Buffalo.

And I will birth the teachings of our ancestors,

the way I’ve given birth for generations.

And slowly,

the tides of inequality

are turning.

Your voice quiets with understanding,

with feeling and with honor.

You are learning to love yourself again.

My voice becomes clear and resonant.  I embody respect.

There is no senseless seeking now.

The veil has been lifted and the illusions are falling away

to reveal our innocence

and our delight.

We are alive

by some miraculous power.

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The sublime Teacher

carries our boat along,

like the river

rushing back to the Ocean.

This Ocean

is where the Matriarchy is headed.

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