At some point, how you thought it was all going to turn out
will crumble away into dust. The gates to deflation will open and all that
remains is you raw, burning heart.
It is the nature of form to take birth, to dance, to play,
and then to fall back into the unknown. This is not some sort of cosmic error,
but the way of things – creative, intelligent, and a reflection of universal
flow.
Relationships, work, family, friends, our health … ideas
about ourselves, others, and the world. What we thought would provide ongoing
meaning and purpose. Reorganizing before us, longing to be re-authored in more
integrated, cohesive, and compassionate ways.
Even what we were so sure about just a few days ago – the
great realizations, discoveries, and insights about who we are, what is most
true, what will provide lasting peace … no longer quite as convincing. The
shakiness has returned. A dream has vanished and has not yet been replaced by
new vision. But inside the shards of the broken world, pure life awaits.
All form must end, departing through a portal into the
darkness, so that new forms may emerge from the crucible of clear space. But
what is emerging in the womb of Now is not knowable ahead of time, and is not
subject to our hopes, fears, or fantasies of control. While the mind will
struggle with the wrathful nature of this truth, the heart knows … the body
knows.
See that the death of form is filled with erupting
particles of life, with magic, and with the fragrance of the holy. You can
relax into the very center of the death-rebirth journey, and rest inside the
core of the contradictions. Here, the chaos and the glory are one.
There is nothing more alive than that.
There is nothing more sacred than that.
There is nothing safer than that.
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