Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Inside a jeweled palace...



We can be so hard on ourselves as we forget that the journey is utterly counter-instinctual, pointing us unceasingly toward that which is uncertain, unknown, groundless, and without reference point. Kindness is the only response. Even our fables of the “awakened me” are finally disassembled, for we are shown so clearly that love is not interested in such things. It is only interested in our burning up, in our becoming more and more naked, more and more intimate - getting closer, more caring, more curious, more exposed, more willing to risk everything. We see that there could never be an image of ourselves, including any spiritual identity, that could ever touch the magnificence of what we are. We know that by stepping into the unknown in this way that *everything* previously unresolved within us will come raging to the surface, seeking to be held, touched, cared for, metabolized, and integrated.

Laid out before us may be a doorway of sadness, a portal of shame, a superhighway of anxiety, a gateway of grief, an entryway of depression… we are invited inside an ornamented palace made of red and purple and blue and pink and yellow jewels. Each of these jewels is transparent, is made of love, and is inviting you to care enough to touch it and allow it to touch you, breaking your heart open, and showing you how precious this opportunity really is…


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