"I want a chance to undo it. I want to work my needles back through the craziness of that moment and all the unseen, unknown moments that led up to it, and then reknit to a different now. But time ain't made by sticks and string. And life isn't knit, but sewn. Once the fabric of our thought and vision are cut, it’s done. The severed pieces of our experience can never be rejoined, only mended. And the best we can do with the scraps is to treasure them...set them aside for another time and place, to be arranged into something new." ~ Crys Williams, needlework, 12/17/2012 STARS
You are tired, friend. Your body aches to rest. Give in. You have wanted to fall apart for so long. To let go of your defences. To be transparent and authentic. Your cynicism has protected you. Your fear has served you well. Your dreams of enlightenment were beautiful dreams. But there is no need to hold your 'self' together any longer. Surrender. Or simply stop pretending that you don't know 'how'. Fail. Fall. The vastness will hold you. Only illusions can disappear. The deeper the heart breaks The more love it can hold. Don't tell me you are not worthy. Don't tell me you are not made of stars. - Jeff Foster www.lifewithoutacentre.com You are quite sure that tomorrow will come, that the most sacred breath will be there, that grace will take shape as the sun falling into the ocean, the moon in the sky, the birds singing, the sacred life all around you, the colors of this astonishing world, and another opportunity to give and receive love. But another part of you knows it is really so fragile here, so precarious, so extraordinary – that something is happening here that is so very precious, and that it will not be here for much longer. You have taken birth in a star where love is alive, and you are willing to give your heart to others and to this world. You do not know for sure, but you sense that it is very very rare to be here. You are willing for your heart to be broken, to feel sadness, to burn for love, to stay raw, to remain unbearably tender, and to never apologize for your sensitivity and vulnerability. At the end of this life – which is sure to come much, much sooner than you’d like – it is quite unlikely you’ll be asking if you accomplished enough, if you perfected yourself, if you've remained safe, or if you achieved all of your goals. Inside your heart there may be only one burning question: how well did I love? Did I pause each day to behold the movement of grace as it is appearing in each and every moment? Did I look up into the sunset and the glory of the moon and give my heart to this world? Did I risk everything to know the preciousness of this experience here? Was I willing to feel more, care so deeply, let everyone matter, and be utterly devastated at even the possibility of one more sunrise? Was I willing to fall in love, to truly fall in love? Did I spend my time here in this star of love wisely, with my heart open, knowing it could be broken in any moment? Did I dance with the beloved around the moon, wander with her into the desert and the darkness, play with her in the depths of the oceans, and give everything for just one glimpse of the mysteries of separation and union? I hope I make it all the way through this sweetest of ever thanksgiving days, but if for some reason I do not, this would have been enough. I have been given so much more than enough. -Matt Licata ...In the forest of your heart, cracks have appeared, so that a new light can pour through. It has come to illuminate the trees and the sweet ones who have taken up residence there. For a moment, you thought your brokenness was working against you, but then you realized that it, too, is a pathway of wisdom inside you. Your longing is taking you deeper into the forest, where love is at work, opening pathways inside you and revealing how whole you really are. There is no other dimension of experience that is as precious as this one, for it is an environment created of particles of love. They are hiding in the old rotten logs, dancing in the branches, and emerging up through the messy soil. You are a yogini of the forest, practicing your yoga of a broken open heart, and offering your wholeness to the world.... - Matt Licata |
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Anandalila is a tantric hatha yoga teacher and moksha magick practitioner. When she is not on the mat, she enjoys reading, writing, music, birdwatching, and, of course, chocolate. Archives
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