Wednesday, December 24, 2014

A golden drop of pure love

Take just one moment on this new day and see that the beloved is alive. You are her mandala and wisdom-environment out of which she weaves the energies of separation and union. Through you, she sends forth her envoys of sensitivity, vulnerability, sadness, and bliss, tuning your body so that you may make use of both inner and outer nature to touch hearts around you. She has even called in her allies of the phenomenal world—including the colors, aromas, and majestic visions—so that you may know the radiance that you are. 

Out of the empty space of compassion you emerge as the one who has bears witness to the falling away of old dreams, playing in a pregnant field of hopelessness and deflation. There is no longer a bias for oneness over multiplicity, for joy over sorrow, or for light over dark, for you are equally committed to whatever appears, ready to transmute it into endless ways to show up and help others. The fantasies of any grace or 'awakening' coming into the future – or a life of resolved, certain invulnerability – has been washed away, replaced only by a burning longing for love to unfold here.

Whatever arises in your experience is none other than the path itself, revealed to be of the nature of raw, untamed, untainted, translucent awareness. You are a field of massive creativity. While everything in the inner and the outer continue to spin around and around, you remain astonished as your body is crafted as a vessel through which a golden drop of pure love may pour into this world, igniting a revolution in its wake.  

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Safe passage for the emissaries of integration

There are pieces of you wandering out in the wilderness of the heart. They are dancing in empty, luminous space, longing for your presence. Do you sense them nearby?

Your old friends sadness and shame, your faithful lover loneliness, and your primordial ally unlovability – seeking just one moment of your fiery compassionate presence. Even your ancient companions panic, fear, anxiety, and despair... they, too, have arrived in the translucent here and now.  

For love has assembled them all for an extraordinary meeting.

Will you gather these fellow travelers and hold them close? Will you provide safe passage for the emissaries of integration? Will you provide a golden sanctuary for the allies of wholeness?

Right in the middle is the secret essence. Rest there and see that your lovers are appearing everywhere, calling you into union with all things. 

Photo of the ever-lovely Monika Nataraj 

Monday, December 22, 2014

Life is not waiting

Life is not waiting for you to 'change,' to 'heal,' to 'awaken,' or to become something other than what you are. Love is here now. 

The beloved will walk with you into all realms of experience and will never, ever abandon you. But she will never protect you from the breaking open of your one, wild heart. 

For he loves you too much. 

Sunday, December 21, 2014

A wild vessel of pure revelation

By some wild grace, a new solstice has been given

Somehow, by some wild grace, a new solstice has been given. One more opportunity has been offered to know the activity of love as it emerges into this rare world of time and space. While we may never know for sure, perhaps this is the only star of love, where the journey here is not so much about how to get more for me, about how to complete some mythical spiritual journey, about how to wiggle into some 'higher dimension,' about how to 'get to God,' or about how to travel from 'here to there.'

Perhaps the gift of the beloved, as she takes form as the miracle solstice, is to unfold the journey from 'there to here,' to reveal how love will make use of this body, of these words, of these senses, of these arms to touch and hold another. About how love will weave itself into the cells of this heart, the strands of this DNA, and into the synapses of this brain so that it may set this world ablaze with its light.

May you take the risk on this day to see how precious it really is here, to dare to see that your body and your senses are pure revelation, crafted of the stars. And to do whatever you can to help others – to speak kindness to them, to hold them close, to listen carefully, and to love them with all of your heart. Allow the beloved to disassemble you, to dissolve everything that is less than whole within you, and to illuminate your holy tenderness. For this is your gift to the world.

Allow yourself to be taken to the ground by the solstice sunrise, by the drippy transmission of the moon, by the lunar revelations of the oceans and the rivers, and by the rare opportunity to know the color blue for the first time. Enter the phenomenal world as you would your sweetest lover and fall into the miracle that is forming around you. 

But please know that this opportunity is only being offered in this very moment. There is no tomorrow. There is no future solstice, no future full moon to gaze at, and no future lover to play with. For we never know when the beloved will call us home. 

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Inside the mandala of transmutation

Deflation, hopelessness, and an unbearable longing for union – these are light-arrows in the quiver of the beloved, which he or she will use at any time in order to awaken the activity of love within you. Stay close, for this activity is pure blessing.

Before you turn from the sacred allies of the dark, enter into wild intimacy with the envoys of love, and allow them to dissolve the conceptual world. Step inside the mandala of transmutation where it will be revealed that the darkness and the light are one.

When all of your clothing is removed – when the conceptual, emotional, and spiritual robes are undone, knot by knot – your nature as vast translucent awareness is revealed. It is then that the secret of this milky way is unleashed: You will never find love for what you are is love itself. While you may continue to enact the cosmic drama of hide and seek with the beloved, he or she will always have a secret hope that the game will end.

When the known is crumbled away by the beloved and his or her unfolding somatic revelations, all that remains is your burning heart. There is nothing more alive than that. There is nothing more sacred than that. Your ripening body, your miracle senses, your outrageous heart – these are the scriptures of the stars.