I open to receive this Blessing fully, like a lotus flower blooming in emergence out of the darkness. My mind doubts whether it can contain this love wholly, still holding on to a grain of suspicion as to whether such happiness is tangible. I sort through the doubt with great precision like Vasalitsa sorting poppy seed from earth grain. And when I tire, the ground receives me into resting. This Moon creates patters of light on my Mind walls, shadows that join me into ecstatic dance. I cry my tears into the soil to water these seeds that burst with possibility.
It’s strange how we travel so far desperately seeking to find our Belonging. With our coming home, we find that the things we’ve been seeking, the things that have been calling us, have always been right here, in front of us. We buried our heads into a flimsy world of future, distance, never arriving.
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This fire tells us our story through its crackling. I move so close to Him, almost melting into flames. My bones devour the heat, imbibing heat into bone marrow, singing the pleasure song. Warmth, I craved this for so long, as if deprived of warmth, as if frozen to the bone. I get so close until I feel my back burning, almost remembering an ancient burn. They thought they could burn us to cinder yet look how we are emerging from soil, strengthened.
On one side the fire melting my body into the floor. On the other side, you, the Gift, holding space, my hands, whispering into the sole of my feet welcome and all is well, kneading my palms, pressing into them a new sense of receiving. Let my body be a mirror to the depth of your mind. I am queen of the dark, I remain faithful to the Night. Allow me to dance with your shadows. Let me be the mirror in which you stand fully seen. Let me befriend your demons and your fears. I am not afraid. Remember we are patterns of light, remember that despite our brokenness, we are blessings of the Divine. Our wounds hold the secret to the Home we both hanker for.
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