i am hearing a lot of the
some call this two steps forward, three steps back. others might call it a spiral – each curve leads us a little deeper in. or maybe it’s another loop in the labyrinth – the rocks change shape, the path a little different with each step but it is…
oh so goddamn familiar.
i am calling out
to be broken open again. again. again.
moving through. staying committed. seeing clearly.
“Sitting till the things to be done dry up, till the voices urging they be done melt like ice in our minds, till the old hurts throb out of our bones, made harmless by the air, till all the we want has nothing left to shout at, till there is nothing left to reach for or with, and nothing left to let go of, till even our fear of death loses its tongue, and, with nothing in the way, the light of the world kisses the light of the heart and each breath shines”
(send out the interpretive dancers! you know who you are.)
this repost seems relevant now. and i need it. so i share it.
take good care,