No matter how many profound insights we have, how many
amazingly powerful awakening experiences we collect, or how convinced we become
that we have it all together, we will always be at risk of further heartbreak,
deflation, and crushing revelation.
In the bedroom of the beloved, there is always more
humbling to come, as we are all beginners there. No experts, no masters, and no
final, resolved landing place where we are guaranteed a life without
vulnerability and deepening exposure … for the beloved has no interest in
all of that.
It is by way of the broken places that he or she is able to
reach you, and to fill you from within with essence. In that crucible where the
opposites are at play, the rug is being pulled out from underneath us in an
ongoing way, with our personas falling away one by one as they burn up in the
fire of pure seeing. Buried within the tension of these opposites is a
nonordinary gold. See it. Feel it. Hear it. Hold it.
Out of this highly-charged and creative field, it is
revealed once and for all that your shaky raw vulnerable heart is not weakness
and your tender sensitive body is not something to be transcended or “healed,”
but are portals through which the sacred materials can descend into the earth
and come into form.
Though at times it may seem as if the world has gone mad –
as the dreams of separation play out within the collective, things are not
always as they seem. You are the vessel through which love can come alive here.
Without you, it will not be possible.