“For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone. The shell cracks, its insides come out and everything changes. To someone who doesn’t understand growth, it would look like complete destruction.”
~ Marcel Proust ~
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rising, i descend into opening to the astonishing light of this sacred moment of eternity under the radiation of the full moon of blessings on this Saka Dawa day of honoring Buddha to dreamweave the world awake while flowing with the river along the liberation pathless path…
in this liminal space, this threshold, this moment of eternity with the world we knew unraveling and uncertainty all around, picking up our thread to re-weaving the world anew is the order of the day, the great work we are called to offer as we take this wild and precious moment surrender into the devocean of interbeing…
join me in these sacred waters reveling in the luminosity of the clear light
dreamweaving the world of wisdom and wonder awake…
we are dreamweavers
whole and holy
wild and free.
gatekeepers of divinity
the sacred waters of the cosmic wombspace reveal
the dreams we carry, the dreams forgotten,
the dreams long remembered…
as holy vessels of heaven/earth, we surrender our entire
being for these dreams to be heard, felt, called forth,
woven into the sacred web of life for the greatest good of all beings…
this is a sacred commitment to live our devocean…
this is our starseed destiny…
into the watery womb, speak a dream aloud that you are actively tending for yourself and the collective…
take a deep breath feeling into the energies present and listening for nature’s response…
as spirit and matter merge,
and the mythic and mundane together re-weave,
it is done, it is done, it is done…
we are dreamweavers
dreaming the world awake
here and now
always and forever…
and so it is, and so it is, and so it is…
blessed bee, blessed bee, blessed bee…
may we all awaken to earth’s energy re-membering we are one heart…
may we all awaken to earth’s oceans as our clean-sing tears…
may we all awaken to earth’s wind as our enlivening breath…
may we all awaken to earth’s landscape as our one body…
may our one heart open dormant seeds
may our tears fill rain clouds
may our breath give flight to migrating birds
may our body be an island of refuge
may earth mother open dormant seeds
may earth mother fill rain clouds
may earth mother give flight to migrating birds
may earth mother nurture islands of refuge
and, may the cycles of life flow unceasingly…
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take all that I say,
and toss away
all that does not
resonate
for we do not learn
wisdom and wonder
we re-member what’s within…
