I caught myself experiencing what I recognized within as a ‘fear of beauty,’ was the myriad of ways in which I saw this playing out through my life. The fear of connecting with people (not just beautiful women), a fear of joy… a fear of living fully… and a fear of death too. For surely in death there is beauty as well.
This ‘wild’ creative spontaneity that lies innately within our deepest reality, this is the profound mystery of which our wholeness is woven, unbroken; this is our wild resiliency. It offers us a path back to the experience and knowledge of innate belonging and wholeness…
The nails of my fingers
leave claw marks
in the soil of life
from my clinging on
to what is familiar
and comfortable and no longer
serves that which is awakening
And that letting go of all one knows
honoring the willingness and courage
to not know — to at last not name and define
to cease reading the maps drawn by those
who live under the spell of answers and knowing
and trust at last…
I am at last becoming the merry fool who knows nothing… and knows so.
I seem to be running from a post! The thinking within it is waking me in the darkness while the moon is now set; the emotions within the writing will not let me sleep.
“…Google search for soul medicine for our time. First hit up is tweetmeme, which is a compendium of the “hottest links on twitter”… That means it’s started to go viral.”