Thursday, November 14, 2013

There are yellows that have never made their way here

All your reference points have fallen away, but nothing has replaced them. You were once standing on such solid ground, but it has disintegrated underneath you. You thought you were beyond breaking open, but the beloved has shown you she has no interest in that.

You are between the worlds, and are burning up. You want to heal, to transcend, and to resolve the wild ways of love. Oh, friend, give it up. You need not hold it together any longer.

Look up into the autumn sky. Lay your hands on your heart and attune to what is really happening here: There are yellows coming into existence that have never made their way into this dimension. There are oranges, reds, and purples that have been sent to remind you of how rare it is to take birth within the particles of love.

There are billions of universes with billions of stars, but what if there was only one star of love?

Stay right here, friends, don’t move from this moment. Everything that has ever happened, and everyone you have ever met, has led up to right here, and right now.