Tuesday, November 3, 2015

There is no greater temple than this

At times you may be called to the yoga of the dust, where the path will wear away everything you thought you knew and needed. The invitation is fierce, but overflowing with love: be no one and place your tender heart on the altar in front of you.

Buried inside the caverns of your essence, you will find the beloved, simultaneously weaving particles of dark and of light. There is nectar emerging from this light, which is longing to be seeded inside you. Look carefully. For things are not always as they seem.

This broken heart. This ripening body. There is no greater temple than this.

“Collecting Light” – photo by Guillaume Roche