Remember This is sacredness.
Forget the magic mirror of this world
Pierce with your Divine Sight through the ancient images Etched in the deepest caverns of the mountains of our collective mind
Life stories grander than a movie Passed down expirientially Yet twisted in telephone tag
Narrated by the arrogance of insecurity who is so sure it knows how high and other it is
From the Nature's magnificence
That they see only the darkest shadows on the land behind them, Uncomfortable faces around them, And lines of division beneath their feet
...Where there is only one Earth...
Amidst all the hollabaloo Of this side vs. that miscommunications
You are She who’s favorite thing Is to get to meet herself more deeply
Through intimacy With all multi-dimensional aspects Of the one Creator That You Are.
To serve You must learn to allow yourself To take joy in the value inherent In the undercurrent of your being
And devote to seeing through the ever-refining master-piece of your expression That was always secretly meant to unfold In simple, human beauty
The most fabulous thing on Earth even through what you judged for being "ugly" or a “mistake”.
To undergo the death of the self critic Is to truly inner-stand How God loves
Only something that infinite Could clearly reflect The multi-dimensionality
And simplest presence Translating the stil, small place of purity within us all
Through your uniquely Wholesome Blazing Expression.
Rise before your very own beauty which no instagram filter could capture the rippeling, raw radiance of.
To think otherwise And choose to complain is just ignorance
A brain box to soften into spaciousness.
Keep the focal Clear By declaring the beauty that is here.
Turn on And turn up The brightness and saturation of self-validation
Tune in To the light projecting some dramatic and fear-inspiring televised program that is really just old news
onto the screen of endless new beginnings
Being is the bridge Between this world And that...
So enjoy this movie knowing that you are not just a character in the background following a script,
or a Hero on a high horse being chased by their need to perform And outdo their own shadow...
But You Are The Sacred Meme Itself.
That infamous glitch in the matrix That you just gotta expirience for yourself In order to see Reflected in the world around
Looking into your own eyes For one refreshing moment Of truly practicing Self Love
And making a team of the mind and heart Finding lovers Within spirit and the body
And discovering divinity In the intimacy of just being here
without an agenda to judge or sell you anything or project violent
Just fuckin adore you So innocently And silently
Taking in From perfect distance
The full spectrum view of this art project that you are.
this ol' wabi sabi kind of ordeal Of making magic out of a fucking mess
This little trickster spirit Hiding like a pebble the boot of the Universe Like a pea beneath many mattresses
And asks consensually in the most curiously humorous yet earnest way
with the offering of a hand or a hug or a question
the sun in the heart of grandchild Asking the shoulder of his fore-bearers deepest tensions His head rests alertly upon
An innocent inquiry of ultimate proportions...
This oldest question of "What's it like to be you?"
as the spirit of the wisest elder pokes through the flaming hands of pure zero point excitement
saying "wouldn't it be fun to remember?"
Time Traveler Soul precious brush stroke
Infinite Faces merging into only one way to go Expanding
As more Love Brilliance And the most casual receptivity of the most Gracious Surprise
There you are
In those moments of direct expirience meeting the fresh canvas of this new moment
and coloring the pathway Between dark And light
How is the Art of Living desiring to uniquely blossom through you?
It's tricky - yeah, I know.
The kinks and the walls That we thought divided us
and the cosmic slaps in the face to show us that all this is shared
And that karma is only what we choose to make of it
Until we learn To just let it be
demanding nothing from us besides that we get over all we've reached for
And dig down into the Earth into this underground network of roots arms stretched To be Kissed by angels
And pinched by percieved demons that seem to ask you to shut yourself down
But in their hearts are really translating as best they can
the inspiration of their own inner child wanting to see
What you are creating using the compost shit this world has happened to offered us to work with
So awkwardly Yet undeniable Magnificent for so many reason
to noble to name
Though I do wonder What it would be like for you to share Foreal
What's alive For now
What was magical Back than
And what is life calling you forth into To find more of you within now?
Forget the world Of high school students who were suddenly asked to pretend to know
What it means to grow up
And come down into a squat to bounce with a child And really listen...
Letting them inspire One of those bursting "Yay" type expressions
And finding fun in more of the empty spaces In between the last step And the next one we think we know
As we look for the railing In this open field of real life play ground.
Ceremonially grieving Meditating And finding the words to reflect Honor
To respect feeling
And abandon our masks Unveiling the divine keys and deeper meaning behind these empty joys we knew as kids
that became full of worrys that began to weigh down our Hop Skip and a jump
into the feeling of a foot At one with the earth
Where you are welcome In whatever it is that comes to visit
We have a compost toilet Please, Bless this space
With your relaxed body Moving intuitively Speaking fluently
A golden language called
Unlocking the gateways to wide-open heavens Who's key most be excavated From the tightest recesses of the sickest hell
Just know, You are not alone.
This shit is our ancestors.. This shit of the bullshit culture's we've grown up in
And the shit we've confused to be anywhere outside of us.
Metabolize. Digest. Root in. Process
But don't hold on too tight Forgetting it was only that which forgot it was never ours to begin with
Give it to the wind When she begins to whisper And sing
And howl at you That you have the power to celebrate All the pieces You thought once could defend And define you
But only caused you to shatter Like 10,000 pieces
Of dove winged Confetti
A birthday party at the park A fort for the homies A bad dream to wake up out of
An exploration of the mystery of existence through the liminal dream space of the meaningless fireworks of our infinite imagination
It's amazing to explore How creative our unconscious is
How Super Intelligent The cosmos are
As we realize the light in our eyes to be the same star dust that animates our deepest dance
With the storys and feelings and experiences of ineffible diversity And potential stored
In the rainbow cosmic library of each of our unique DNA
And highest potentiated Blue print
Waiting to come through As something so new so now
it's never been anywhere else
Something so precise In the grounded process of it's growth
There is no way around it No good reason found To denie the sweetness Of such organic fruits
Don't listen too much, to what the voices of "should" or "shouldn't" have to say...
They are just as afraid of you.
Don't mind the madness Rather, let your body be the answer to the stillest smallest voice that Roars like wild noise
Animal Praying Preying Consuming Creating
If you listen To what the song This DJ called G O D ess is
playin Nama stayin in bed I'm a cosmic egg She's laying
Awakening out of the perception that there is anything other than the love of a true king And queen with nothing
but good to bring
their own sacred stream Joined as a team A dream
Through the pavement and screens Seeds cracking for harvest and spring
No dragon slayin Learned to let the sword come down and descend Enter the den As we fly like the wind through a flaming ring
Though commitment to marry oneself And be loving One with the whole thing
Through burning any learned concept of sin Collapsed within
We dig in deeper To discover there's just us And no "them"
In this group hug circle of friends Here you are Sovereign.
Somewhere inside Theres freedom in your longing
There are hands to hold And new songs to learn we can sing
We are a relentlessly deep love That is always asking more of us
Reminding us to take it more easy To learn to gently ride the rivoting wave of more love here again
A new story being written
An ancient curse being broken Giving power a bad name
A divine will written In the release of any magical story of someone to save us
And remind us of the remembrance that we are here to know
And have the holy task of relaying through whatever cracking smile
Or concrete plated heart Or eyes turned down Head flown off away
Over the top Under the weather
Undless cycles Of explosive ways
And swings back
Until the storm is so strong and life finally blows us away
To find the center That was on the other side Of the nearest edge
To poke Play with And wrestle
And then let go of Wiggle away
Send a prayer Hold space Speak Grattitude
Bless with love Shower with care Honor
by honoring yourself Celebrating in secret
that behind ever ear
and within whatever closed palm that opens up to reveal a finger pointing in every direction
Like a lotus flower Blooming through you
Pedals endlessly Infinitely Unfolding.
This is not an exageration.
you are that fuckin outrageously ridiculously silly
With the momentum of trillions of years back to the beginning of time As the focal point center Where all of eternity is concentrated Into a ball The size of a hand
A make shift telescope A capturing the moment With attention
With an awareness Of awareness That released any hold
on any thought That thought there was an "other".
There are no fuck ups
We live, and endlessly learn In circles
As ancient Ancestral constellatoins And outdate loops Collapse any sense Anywhere but here Now.
What do you wish to create now?
What is seeking to be created through you?
What's it like to be the Unique expression of creation that you are?
A dear friend who commited suicide, left a hand-made journal for me when we first parted ways within which she wrote the question on the first page:
"What does it feel like to be you?"
My answer to that Right now Is to be the living invitation