Buried inside even our deepest neuroses are the raw
materials of love.
In the tantric and alchemical traditions, those
less-than-awakened thoughts, feelings, emotions, impulses, and raw sensations
are the prima materia for us to play with and to transmute into pure wisdom
essence.
The shit, the piss, the dirt, the darkness, and the
failures. The disappointment, the unworthiness, the deflation, the raging
shame. The reality that things were never going to turn out the way we imagined.
These are the sacred materials we have to work with as alchemists of our own
lives.
Hidden within the vulnerable, the orphaned, and the
abandoned, life energy is gathering within the crucible. Can you sense it
nearby? Can you feel it gathering? Not to harm or to obstruct you, but as
allies of integration. As emissaries come to hold the opposites as they surge
within you.
There is no greater temple than your raw, tender, whole and
shattered heart. There is no mystery vaster than the interior of your own body,
where the ascendant and descendant intertwine, where the lunar and the solar
dance and play as one.
Go into your heart and find the consecrated material.
Excavate it. Travel inside the pathways inside you and see. Listen. Sense. Call
on the natural world and the unseen ones to help you. Become an archaeologist of
love.
Within the container at the center, the gold is longing to
be known, to be touched, to be held, for its true nature to be revealed: that
of pure luminosity.
Surround what you discover with the warmth of your loving
presence. Flood it with curiosity and awareness. Infuse it with the erupting,
unapologetic compassion of the stars.
Photo: from the holding field of Heart Nebula,
constellation Cassiopeia
