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 A dream has vanished and has not yet been replaced by new vision.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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