Saturday, August 31, 2013

It appears to be another ordinary Saturday, but things are rarely as they seem...



Another Saturday has come. You look up into the morning sky and know that there is a miracle happening here, but it feels just beyond reach. You know this day is a gift, that this life could be taken at any moment, but still there is a sense that something is missing. There is a longing that is burning inside you.

But friends, things are rarely as they seem.

Love is taking shape as your hands as you lay them on your heart, as you take just one sacred pause to allow in what is really happening here. It is what is looking out through your eyes as you open wide to the fragile beauty of this world. It is flooding through your cells and your DNA when you take the risk that is always required to open yourself to another, knowing what could happen if you do. It is emerging out of the walls and the floors as you offer yourself as a holding environment for yourself and others when everything is falling apart. It is dripping out of the sky as you wade into the darkness with a grieving friend, an abandoned partner, a depressed co-worker. It is raging in the anxiety of the person sitting in front of you, and hidden in the cracks of your own loneliness, confusion, and fear. It is alive.

When you see that the beloved is always at work, even inside the darkness, your life will never again be the same. Love is not asking you to heal, to transform, to awaken, or change. It needs you exactly as you are. It has not come into your life to maintain things the way they were; to keep everything safe, certain, and predictable; or to protect you from your brokenness. It has come to initiate a revolution inside you. For it is only through this revolution that the sacredness and the magic of this world can be unleashed. 


Friday, August 30, 2013

Your unlived life is always appearing before you



What is it that you have disowned in yourself? What is it that you will avoid feeling at all costs? What parts of you have you relegated into the shadows?

When you were a little boy or girl it was intelligent to split off from overwhelming experience and pieces of yourself that you could not integrate at the time. But these pieces are looking for you. They only want to show you their light and their wisdom, and be allowed back inside. They will continue to search for you, and will appear as your friends, your children, your lovers, your life circumstances, and even in the bird song that you hear in the morning. Look carefully as your unlived life is always appearing before you. Things here are rarely what they seem.

Love will find you if you will allow it, if you will take the risk of your heart breaking; and never, ever being put back together again. 


Thursday, August 29, 2013

For in your falling apart a new heart is born



Be willing to feel more
And to feel even more than that
Open to your vulnerability
And to be even more vulnerable than that
There is no need to hold it together any longer
For in your falling apart a new heart is born


Wednesday, August 28, 2013

It is only through you, as you are, that love can re-order this world



There is a deep longing to be seen, as the one who is “awakened,” the one who is invulnerable, the spiritual one, the one who has it all together, the one who is not falling apart, the one not broken.

But, friends, who and what you are is irreplaceable; it is only through you, as you are, that love can re-order this world. If you change the essence of you, love will be lost: the stars will fall out of the sky, the oceans will dry up, the moon will disappear.

Love has no interest in whether you are “awakened” or whether you’ve completed some sort of mythical journey from here to there. It is only interested in your burning. For it is only through your burning that it may craft you as a translucent vessel through which it can move in this dimension. 




Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Will you provide a home for the guests of your heart?



Another Tuesday has arrived; a new week has been given. Who are you? Who will you be? It is not clear yet. Are you broken? Are you at peace? Are you raw and tender? Are you awakened? Are you feeling down? Are you content? Are you bored? Are you anxious? Are you excited? Are you sad? Are you lonely? Are you in bliss?

Friend, you are none of these. You are the infinite and creative space in which all of these come and go. What you are will never come and go.

Will you provide a home for these guests on this new day, even the unwanted ones? For they deserve a home also. Will you allow yourself to be penetrated by these messengers from beyond? Will you take them in as intimate lovers? Will you hold them close? For each one has been specially designed to show you something very important about the nature of love.


Sunday, August 25, 2013

Stay with your rawness



When you feel disoriented, sad, lonely, or in despair, know that the beloved is at work. See that your confusion is sacred as it is a reflection of the nature of love itself: radically uncertain, utterly transformative, and filled with the unknown. Love is crying out: turn toward me! Remove your clothing. Come closer. Let me touch you. Let us finally enter into union. The movement of the beloved in your life might never feel good; and it will never correspond to your hopes and dreams or to the way you thought it would be. It cannot do this for it has come to dismantle egoic process. It has come to undress you. 

But I’m falling apart, you say. I can’t hold it together any longer. Stop the burning! I know now what is required! How can you possibly ask me to break open even more? But this burning, this brokenness, and this falling apart are love’s ways of reaching you. Do not close them off! Love has come in drag to initiate a revolution of death and rebirth within you. 

You want a road map, but the beloved will never provide you with one, for she loves you too much. She will only continue to invite you into her world, which is wild, alive, and pregnant with creation; it is here where miracles arise and fall in each moment as your entire sensory world. To see a tree, to listen to the birds, to attune to the beating heart of another, to smell the lilac bush: one miracle after the next. 

Your life is not a project to be solved. Your feelings and your emotions are not energies which need to be healed, transcended, or subjected to your spiritual processes. And your rawness and sensitivity is not something to be sent away. It is all much too precious for that.