Wednesday, November 12, 2014
The portal into a new world
At times, the only home you can find is one crafted of materials of utter homelessness. No matter how much you thought you understood or how much you surrender, pray, accept, forgive, or burn, it all vanishes in the next moment, replaced only by more tenderness.
The only ground left is that of a vulnerable, yet raging alive groundlessness. Anything could happen and nothing will ever be the same – that much is clear. You are utterly exposed, blown open, yet excruciatingly present to what is happening. It is so clear now that things will never turn out the way you thought they would. You are being asked to allow the old dream of 'me' to die, over and over and over again, with no idea, yet, of what will be reborn out of the ashes of integration.
It feels as if you are falling apart, yes, but even that idea dissolves into empty space as you realize you were never 'together' to begin with.
The beloved is here, friend, and is always holding you. But his or her holding will never, ever be understood by the mind or apprehended through the known. For he or she is the portal into a new world.