Untangle the threads of the god-story.
These threads have been keeping you knotted up in wrong places, stifling you into submission.
And what does it take to be in this body fully with no story?
All the shells of false belonging are cracked,
all the skins of labels and definitions are shed.
Your full surrendering to man-crafted gods weakened you.
Your full attention to the search took you away from this living vessel
that craves your tending.
Your body needs you here, rich and undivided.
Give up loving god’s false embodiment.
There’s no space for a half death.
To restore full flow, come empty
bare boned, soul-skin exposed
no clinging or grasping
no story.
How can you hear your inner calls
when your ears are always filled with words and world’s song,
when your cells are never still, your feet in constant searching solid ground,
when your mind is always twisting and demanding.
Your task then is
to listen. One day, maybe, within silence you’ll find home.
Make Silence your morning prayer
perhaps then, you’ll finally hear
the whisper you’ve been seeking.
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