Day 76 of 100 of WTFIW....F
It is a peeling.
Like skin from a week old sunburn.
Like the flesh of a banana that is no longer yellow.
Like the chrysalis.
Like the cocoon.
But this wouldn't be the first time.
We've done this before
but now it feels.... truer
something emerges that is not like the others.
this newness, surrounded by the same world
but not of it.
Be wary of this newcomer.
She is fire, and earth, and wind, and the rain.
She is soul...
and she will torch your land and set destruction before you.
Uproot your gardens and pour mud into your homes.
She will cast everything about and send it away.
She will drown you.
and then....
there will be the calm.
and the new earth.
and the new world.
and the new self.
and what a wonderful world it will be....
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indeed...what kind of world would it be...
if only she would stay true...
and flow without borders..
without the rules thrown in her path...
Why do they try to contain her so?
Who do they think they are?
Who do they think she is?
Why do they scream in fear at what she calls love?
Why does this light burn their eyes?
They cannot see... what she sees....
dear ones... it will not hurt you to relinquish the control...
set her free...
like the sea...
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homework is hard this week....
it's been too long since recalling such depth
maybe only days... but it feels so far away from these eyes
it doesn't fall far from awareness that detachment is still needed
the mind wanting to decipher and define the threads that still entangle me
the body still wrenched closed, unable to open itself
the soul still staring into the darkness, knowing but not seeing...
feeling... but not wrestling with an action...
at least not until there is clarity and clearness in the action...
She knows heaven calls out to her...
"Come. Come up here. Let us show you the world from above."
"Let go. Let go."
And she's still gripping the idea that there's something that needs done...
something she needs to know, needs to see, to let go of....
but the soul knows it takes the act of 'being' to surrender and release...
and still the mind wants to know first...
always wants to know...
but the soul...
staring as it does, with the crystalline pair of dice...
swiftly silences the mind...
and nothing is left to grasp...
even the threads fade away into the dark...
and the soul rises...
rises...
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really though...
I have to go do homework.
and then eat some gmo-laced artificially colored non-organic circles
with a toucan on the box...
with organic non-gmo unsweetened, '$5 for a half gallon', almond milk.
cause I'm balanced like that.
Nothing is true. Everything is permitted
...even myself.
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