Sunday, August 31, 2014

A holding space of pure kindness

As we become aware of the specific ways we distract ourselves from the naked aliveness of immediate experience, we can start to make a conscious choice to re-embody. We can return to the life of the senses, to our open-hearted dedication to the truth of our life as it is, and to an uncompromised commitment to infusing whatever arises in a holding space of pure kindness.

In this field of heart-centered, compassion-infused embodiment, we can no longer pretend we’re not feeling what we’re actually feeling; whatever guest arrives in the home of the heart is welcomed, allowed, taken into the inner sanctum, and held as a dear friend. Inside this secret chamber, our neurosis, our fear, our heart-wrenching humanity, our panic in the face of true intimacy, our fantasy of a life without vulnerability – all of it begins to become dismantled, dissolved, disassembled, and taken apart by love. It’s not always easy, often not fun, but somehow we know that falling apart into a radical intimacy with somatic revelation is the only way Home.

When love is revealed to be the ultimate organizing principle of this very rare and precious human birth, a wild grace steps in and takes over – we are in the illuminated mandala of the beloved – and she is showing us at the most profound level that no mistake has been made, and that this life could never be a "problem" which must be transcended, transformed, accepted, or even "healed." For you are far too vast and brilliant; what you are need never be "processed." Something else is calling – we are being summoned by that same wild activity that assembled this precious universe and this gorgeous and forever exposed heart, particle by particle, cell by cell.

When this call is let all the way in, grace in all its forms is unleashed throughout our lives – sometimes fierce, sometimes sweet, and always wildly creative and transformative. Somehow, we are no longer driven to enter into some "other" state of consciousness, for right here and right now the beloved is raging and alive inside us. We watch in awe as love melts away our mythologies of awakening, our fables of enlightenment, and our fantasies of resolution. In just one moment of stepping all the way inside the purifying fires of gratitude, we sense that maybe we had it backwards all along. Perhaps the journey was never actually about how to get more for me, how to get to more God, how to get more love, how to trade *this* moment in for some other, or how to wiggle into some sustained transcendent experience, where we might remain safe and untouched from the burning crucible of intimacy with all things.

In just one moment of allowing the entire known world to fall away – including everything we thought we needed to stop postponing full entry right now into this miracle life – the journey from “here to there” dissolves right before our eyes. The rug is pulled away, all reference points vanish, and in its place only love remains. The movement from “here to there” is replaced with “there to here,” with love, not “me,” running the show. “How will I pour forth through your particular body, using your individual senses, expressing as your humanity,” love asks? “How will I take shape as your hands to touch another so sweetly, as your words to speak kindness, and your being to presence the sacredness of the other as they are?” This life is then turned upside down, in total wonderment, filled with an unfathomable gratitude, and taken over by an excruciating curiosity as to how love will reassemble your world.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Your confusion is not pathology

Your confusion is not pathology, but a radiant expression of the path itself. If you will hold it within a sanctuary inside you, you may receive its revelation.

The beloved will come at times as light and at other times as the darkness, but her gifts are always here. Her emissaries are all around you, even now, though you must provide a home inside your heart for their safe passage and illumination.

Friday, August 29, 2014

The direct path of natural illumination

When the known crumbles away, all that remains is your burning heart. This burning is the only scripture you’ll ever need.

Receive the transmission that is flowing inside and allow it to return you to the source. For you are of the essence of pure creativity, your body and your heart weaved of the primordial vastness of the stars.

Please trust in your present, embodied experience, for it is arising in the here and now as the direct path of natural illumination. 

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Just one now moment in a star of love...

It can be quite disorienting when we come to an embodied, experiential knowing that there is *nothing* in actuality which corresponds precisely to our ideas and concepts. Even our most precious spiritual beliefs are not able to touch or to hold reality, for it is just too vast, too intelligent, and too creative. At first, this realization can be so shocking, and we can be plunged into the unknown in a way that can be destabilizing and leave us feeling lost.

But as this experience becomes somatically integrated over time, we might start to discover this groundlessness as our actual home, that it is in fact our true nature. For it is out of the translucent unknown that the particles of love enter this reality, making use of our bodies, our hearts, our kind words, and the sweet way that we hold and touch another.

Things are so open here, so fresh, each now moment a profound gift of the beloved as she unfolds herself into this world of time and space. In every interaction, we are given yet another opportunity to be astonished as to how love will use this form to unveil its fragrances into this world. As we see so clearly that this life no longer belongs to us but only to the beloved one, we can be filled with the most tender sadness as we allow in the majesty that is actually taking place here. This is not the sadness of the mind that is convinced something is missing, but a vast, full sadness and broken openness at how rare it is here in a star of love.

Let us give everything on this new day to know the eternal and infinite movement of love – and do whatever we can to help others come to discover and embody their own true nature as love itself. Let us see together how precious it really is here, to be a raw vulnerable sensitive human being, and fall to the ground in awe with one another at the gift of love that is being offered in every now moment.

You are this gift. Please don't forget this.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Friend, will you please rest?

We want to know so badly… how things will turn out, when we’ll be awakened, when our heart will no longer be at risk of breaking, when we'll be "healed," when we can finally step into life all the way. It is so easy for even our spiritual lives to become yet another expression of our own unmet emptiness, boredom, unmetabolized pain, undigested addictions, chronic self-aggression, and sense that we are ultimately unlovable as we are.

It is no “secret” that our culture is one of acquisitiveness – please, somehow, give me more. What is here now is most definitely not enough. I know there is some Divine glorious reality waiting for me, where angels are singing, harps are playing, perfect soul mates are appearing and disappearing, the grooviest spiritual career is presenting itself, all of my dreams are manifesting abundantly, and above all I am experiencing only the high, spiritual states of consciousness, falling eternally into one endlessly yummy cosmic orgasm. Our spiritualities (as well as our intimate relationships) have become the receptacle (in often subtle and unconscious ways) to remedy these core feelings of unlove.

But perhaps there is no “secret.” Perhaps the love and true meeting we seek will never be found through the activity of acquisition, through that mind that is forever spinning frenetically into some “new” and “high” state of consciousness. Perhaps Life has no interest in us living up to some second-hand image, that it doesn’t want or need us to be “perfect” or “divine” or “awakened" or "healed." And that it is only ever offering its invitation to fall heart-first into an immense field of not-knowing – not knowing how to live, not knowing how to forgive, not knowing how to accept, not knowing how to get awakened, not knowing how to "heal," and not knowing how to finally acquire the “right” “spiritual” thoughts, feelings, emotions, experiences, and “states.”

I hear from so many of you how exhausted you are, so tired of chasing around some fantasy of a “spiritual” life that you were told was the right one by some teacher, author, or expert who has figured it out and come to some fundamental resolution to love and its untamed creative wildness. You are longing for rest. To rest in your true being, which is only ever found right here and right now, and in the very core of your commitment to stay radically embodied to your precious vulnerability, your miracle senses, and the vast creativity of the somatic-emotional world.

Friend, will you please rest?

In the very center of your heart, there is always an open doorway. It has nothing to do with wriggling into some conditioned state of consciousness other than the pure one that is here now, or with seeking some mythical sustained transcendent experience, or with any sort of movement beyond this messy world of intimacy, confusing gooey love, and human vulnerability. It wants so badly for you to walk through, to meet for the first time this unbearable longing to go home, to behold for the first time the miracle of this precious human body, of *these* thoughts, of *these* feelings, of *these* passing states of consciousness, exactly as they have been given by an unseen, raging grace.

For in just one moment of caring enough – of somehow resisting the call to exit this experience for another – what you see is that it is all made of love, crafted out of the substance of love, all the way through, from the inside-out and outside-in. And no matter what the details, love has somehow configured itself as your unique life, and has offered itself as a gift… only forever waiting for you to receive, honor, and hold it, exactly as it is.