Wednesday, April 23, 2014
At times you may feel weary along the way—tired , exhausted, and in need of a primordial rest and nourishment. You can feel that something is being birthed within you, yet you are burning up inside. You are longing for a message to be sent, with instructions and guidance for the next phase of your journey.
I know it is difficult to stay alive during this period of bardo. But, friend, will you consider the possibility that the message has already arrived? And that there is no message coming in the future.
Right inside your present, embodied reality is overwhelming creativity. Your heart is an instrument of the stars, attuning to and receiving the untamed activity of the beloved in all her forms. Please stay close. The beloved is made of particles of the unknown and is weaving her signature into your very cells at this moment. She knows nothing of what has come before, and is a translucent emissary of the eternal dance of separation and union. Dare to see that your prayers are always being answered, but in ways the mind will never understand.
Your longing, your sensitivity, the raw shaky tenderness you feel now—these are the tools of the beloved one, come to unlock her fragrances within you. The messages are right here and right now, friend, emerging as the phenomenal world itself—through the colors, through your grace-body, and through the majesty of the sensory world.
There is a love that is pouring through you right now, alive inside the very center of your heart. This lover has come to reveal the union of wild, embodied activity and utter cosmic stillness. Bless that one and rest right there. And call her or him to come even closer.
Photo: November sunrise at our majestic Brainard Lake, near my home in northern Colorado, copyright Michael Chilcoat
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Watching the sun come up in the hills this morning, playing with my wildflower friends, birdsong come from the other world... here where we are now, everything arising is fresh and of the nature of pure awareness—there is no way sounds like these have ever been heard until this very moment. How is it that these senses take the silence as their sweetest lover, working in union to break me open even more? How is it that the color blue is offering its glow on the inside, activating its love inside me?
This heart is so raw, shaky, tender... feelings passing through that have never made their way here, sensations and somatic revelations sent to reveal a portal into the wild, alive mandala of open awareness. Everything seems slightly pink... like it's all coming and going inside a big Rose... that glow.
As our dear guide Rumi reminds us, about this primordial glow, about this ancient love-wine that has somehow been laid out before us: We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups. That's fine with us. Every morning we glow, and in the evening we glow again. They say there is no future for us. Ah, they're right. Which is fine with us.
Photo credit: the glowy holding field of our Maroon Bells, by Alex Santiago