Have you compared your life to the weather yet?
You walked right into my river, and came into my red tent. You were able to withstand the flow. Able to stand strong against the deep under currents trying to take you down. You valued your time inside my tent. You were able to honor an even exchange of energy. You were appropriate in your offering. Then you opened up and let yourself be vulnerable. You allowed me to see into you without any fear or restraint. Afterward there was no shame or regret, no wanting to run and hide, no anger misdirected.
I asked you a question.
You answered, my ego couldn’t handle it. A moment of pure love like that might destroy my hardened shell of a persona and birth a saint.. the cocoon process would be intense.
In two sentences you saw who I really was.
There you stand in my river, my over flowing release, calm. Inside your most inner place. Smiling while you carefully carry the mother balanced. The force wrapping itself around you. Strong, courageous, peaceful, warrior. You shine within the chaos.
While I was inside you, you were inside me. A moment of supernova.
Watching you stand in the center of the gushing waters, crossing over to the other side, all while slowing time and space, warping what flows around you. I close my eyes and I join you. I will meet you in the middle. Half way.
How is my life like the weather? I am watching the powerful force of life flow by me. Yet I can stand strong in the here and now. I don’t get caught up in it. I smile and close my eyes while I balance mother on my head and open my inner sight to see where I really am. Then I smile and remember what flows past me, what has come and gone, is nothing but the dream. Future and past spun into one gush trying to take you down with it. But stay in the now and you’ll stand as if nothing but a pair of butterfly wings caresses your skin. So strong not even inundated rivers can force you off your center. Solid in who you are, and what you know, free from what has bound you.
Water clearing, rejuvenating, holding the sacred vessel carefully as it pours its healing waters all through the sacred lands. Flushing out what needs to go. Detoxing. What holds you back from this kind of love? The permission to say yes.
Anchored in holy union.
Washing away the wounds. Laying down the dust. Rain quenching deserted hearts. Rebuilding the temple. They say elephants never forget anything. They will always remember the pain and the love. In this ability they learn to forgive and start over. To let the ages turn. To encourage the bridging over between worlds. The great guardians of regeneration. Cousins of the Manatee.
Share your sacred space with ONE.
From there love deeper. A special quality of love is made that purifies the divine holy light within each of us and awakens it to the feeling of the divine ultimatum of ego. A shedding of the outer skins. Until one accepts oneself as a divine being and decides to serve love.
originally published 2013