The landscape of freedom is limitless and the soul desires vastness. To Be everything and experience itself outside of the known. It is the removal of limitations that brings us to water where we become all of what we are. One body, One breathe but still unique and free. I find myself stripping away what I thought was my identity. This is not so. Looking back at the spiraling road I took to be here Now it is colorful and bright… curvasious like my breasts and hips. They are the hills, the valleys which I stand within for comfort. Everything is what it simply is.
My weight was lifted but it is still weight in form for we have chosen to be in form. The freedom to leave, and take repreive is an offering of the Divine. When did we stop seeing ourselves? Did we know when we came here that we would become something astranged from our essence? The return to it is alarming. I have tasted life outside of the structure and it is frightening and vividly wildlike. I feel the essence of the jaguar pulsing with fire, roaming free, with no where to be but here, now.. In many ways I am living as the jaguar. I feel, I move, I sence, I revert, I see through the night..We are what we experience…One with it all.
I surrendered my structure and now I roam the days through ancient lands and travel in darkness through portals of light. My heart is alive, open and bleeding and my womb is churning and will not remain bound. My body is sensing, feeling, screaming the voices of woman held within cages. I meet them one by one and I hold them all, each woman with a story.. It is through acceptance that they now come forward to cast their greif upon my breast. I witness them and in doing so breathe new life upon them.
Love is the gateway to freedom. The journey to become freedom in form is ardueous and takes emotional endurance. To be stretched from the inside out while allowing yourself to trust that God is holding you. To die a thousand deaths and see yourself naked and alone. It is compassion that begins to thread from within the womb. It is Mothers Way. This weft begins to form weaving through our consciousness which makes way for tenderness and eventually self acceptance. Once we reach this level we understand forgivness and that extends beyond our logic as with all emotion. It is to be felt before it can be understood. There is freedom in allowing ourselves to feel.
Freedom is only accessible to those that live within their hearts. If you do not dwell there you are not free. It is a life journey to remain in freedom. It is a constant state of choosingto be Love. It is not merely proclaiming it but the soul choosing to embody it. Then we begin to shift our perspectives and make life choices that empower us to express this freedom through our creations. We open our doors so the soul can take us into new realities where wild flowers infuse the air and gratitude swells through all seasons.
Sometimes we journey this path in solitude until we Know Thyself. We may choose it because it is lonley and so we seek.. or so we have no witnessess to our madness. It is when you are alone that you hear the silence of stillness. Once this silence is felt you can never return to what was. You may drift a bit with the wind, but you know your way back. This state of being is grace. It is where humanity meets Divinity. Where two worlds colide and become One. Where Mother meets Father and the heart remembers.. The sweetness.. the gentleness.. and love is …
“Happy are we who are called to her supper”
