August 8 2018

The wound is the place the light enters you

The mystics and poets reveal

So onwards I thrust towards this notion that holds appeal

Down into the depths of the darkest nights

Into fire burning deep within my insides

Into trying times and ancient hurts

That never healed, that were overlooked

This life is filled with suffering

Is what we’re told and what we see,

If proof is needed, turn on the TV

Everywhere we look there’s suffering galore

Plethoras and plentiful, boundless and abundant

Deteriorating the essences of what we had come with

We are told to believe that suffering is the key

So that next time around

Once we wake from this dream

We will fly to the highest sky and soar on the seas

But what if heaven is before our eyes

And this notion of suffering is what keeps us from

Realizing

That we had been here all along

That life is the gift I've been waiting to unwrap

And love is the unfolding of that.

Before arriving in this sacred land

Through the cracks and the creases that lay within the embedded embodiment

Navigating to the home within

Before the petals of the heart

The thorn filled stalk must be climbed and embarked

Perhaps thats why I pushed on, towards the pain

To find the bright light that’s waiting along the way

To encounter the bliss I know lives in my bones

The waters that dance and overflow

Yet to feel the fire burn for days on end

And to know that parts of this world are ablazed at this time

The truth of me knows this burning has to occur

To lay a new landscape of luscious pastures

But at times the little girl inside just wants to cry

The woman knows it was all her doing,

A crossing was made too young

And opened her legs but locked down her heart

Far too precious of a toy

It wouldn't be given until she was fully ready to enjoy

To step out of her cycles of giving everything over

Like dumping her cup and sipping at the edgy leftovers

Allowing herself to be licked dry

And to face the desert alone for days at a time

Until she learned to fill her own cup

Only then can her heart imbue the magical touch

On the blessed broken breached ways

That allow rivers to flow towards the ocean some day

Down with the dams and dried up lake beds

Lets flood these lands with the sacred waters to heal them

Only throbbing and pulsing glee arises when the thought of

Washing the board surprises

Not a flood that wipes out the masses

Simply replenishing the taps

And wells that need unmasking

Slyly slithering into the creases and veins

That forgot how to pump blood and continue the waves

The continuous flow absolute and restored

May eden awaken and thrive forevermore.

We are allowed to love this place

This space

This ever unfolding grace

This pleasure filled exploding embrace

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To walk in perfection and dance in alignment

Tracing the way towards onward enlightenment

Yet first I must break through the silencing

The demise of self and creative striving and lying

To unravel the splendor

I must trudge through the shut downs and take overs

Through the awkward and obscene expressions of truth

That never encompassed what I felt or what I knew

To use language that confines just how deep I really feel

And ultimately link the two so that I can reveal

My home

My frequency that I was sent with

That courses through my cellular morphic resonance zone

That emits and receives messages and signals

That guides me towards colliding with

Loves sweet tickles

Why should that be confined to such small occurrences

When in reality

I have so much energy I could dance until the end of time and back again in a jiffy