Saturday, April 5, 2014
The vessel through which love comes out of the stars and into this world
In the forest of the open heart is a portal to the unseen. If you enter here, you will meet the gooey moss, the loving tree-friends, and the blissful rotting logs. They will be your companions on the journey home. If you listen carefully, you will hear the singing of the birds who have taken up residence within, but these sounds have never been heard until now. Something is happening, and it is burning up the conceptual world.
The beloved is wild, naked, and dancing in these woods, the wisdom-environment from which she weaves the energies of separation and union. She is sending forth her emissaries of sensitivity, vulnerability, sadness, and bliss, tuning your body so that you may open hearts everywhere. She has even called in her allies of the phenomenal world—including the colors, fragrances, and majestic visions—so that you may know the wholeness that you are.
Friend, will you please consider that what is happening here is not always what it seems?
Out of this forest emerges the yogini who has renounced all hope and fear. There is no longer a bias for oneness over multiplicity, for joy over sorrow, or for light over dark, for she is equally committed to whatever appears, and ready to transmute it into skillful means to help others. She has set aside all chasing of "higher" states of consciousness, dreams of awakening, and fantasies of a life of invulnerability.
Whatever arises in her experience is none other than the path itself, revealed to be of the nature of untainted, translucent awareness. While everything in the inner and the outer continue to spin around her, she remains astonished as her body is crafted as a vessel through which the stars may drip pure love into this world.