The Burning

A waterfall of gratitude for the burning, for the utter destruction and obliteration that I experienced times over and the deep throws of pain unimaginable ! Was it the only way I was to learn?

The "other" and "outer" played their roles so well.

I am still bewildered and often times a little afraid of the repeated necessity of the burning that is part of life embodied, how much unmet pain is there? Will compassion continue to birth and expand ? Will I be able to handle more ?

If only I can master this deep love and fearlessness for meeting pain in all its colours, textures and its untamed orchestra !

If only I could always trust the recognition of love to awaken in me and live the somatic dance of life wide eyed with nothing held back, to hold it all as the pathways light up new luminous rivers in my flesh. Then trust lives in the emerging now.

Each time the veil lifts, I awake to find the path, right beneath where my feet are planted. Here ! Now on this solid ground.

In the moment that my eyes can see, love bursts open at the seams, and with gold the cracks are sealed.

The word pain itself dissolves, its meaning fades into titanic existence, full as lips, high as the buzz and nectar of spring and vast as emptiness conjures.

The wild fire, the surge of love. Love churning, love the tender embrace.