The commitment to our immediate embodied experience is the most radical we could ever make. To fully participate in the unfolding of the feeling body – right here, right now, as it is – is the unknown and direct path into the love and freedom that we all so long for.
When sadness comes calling, grief appears, or shame arrives from behind the veil, they do so as ornaments of the heart, revealing a secret doorway into one of the essence-qualities of being, inviting us to come face-to-face with the goddess who guards that gate.
In the words of the great tantric sage Saraha, “Here in this body are the sacred rivers: here are the sun and moon as well as all the pilgrimage places… I have not encountered another temple as blissful as my own body.”
Whatever we are offered in this day – the beautiful, the challenging, the heartbreaking, the painful – may we take the risk to know it fully, inside and out, dual and nondual, and to infuse it with our embodied presence. Even if it takes us to dust…
As we pilgrimage through the cells of the heart, we bear witness to its secrets, its nonconceptual wisdom-essence, and sail down the sacred rivers which reveal the currents and subtle pathways, as they craft this precious human body.
And behold the movement of love as it washes through every organ, reorganizing our entire somatic sensual reality into a vessel of spacious kindness and attuned empathic presence, filled with a profound care for this life and for all beings everywhere.
Each individual human heart is differentiated yet somehow non-separate from the great Heart, a unique vessel through which one of the qualities of love may arrive here and find its way into a world that so badly needs it.
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