My head’s under water
But I’m breathing fine…
It is an all-consuming energy. Yet an intensity so beyond, you amazingly become stronger. Each friggin’ day.
There are lots of poems, stories written about it. Movies amass in heaps. Legends of so-called people entangled in this creativity. You think you know all about it. You think you have a good head on your shoulders. You think you can understand what it truly means.
Until it hits you. Quite unexpectedly.
And I’m out of my mind…
It’s a process. It is an art where the freedom to be, unfolds and happens… drawn in a canvass full of colours, magnified in the sweetest glow. It is scary… unknown, yet familiar. It’s like dipping your toes in a river. Is it cold? Is it warm? Is the current strong? But you plunge, diving in… finding yourself flowing with the same current you were friigin’ scared of in the first place.
You tend to question your sanity: Where is this taking me?
And you hear a reply: Does it really matter?
And for probably the first time ever in your whole life, you feel wonderfully right for something that doesn’t matter what comes out of it. You shake your head because it makes no sense at all.
“The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.” ~Blaise Pascal
Oh the heart…
Haven’t we all sheltered this for so long? To what extent? Where has it led you in life??
Cards on the table, we’re both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it’s hard…
It is pure and so raw. The brutality of openness will tear you apart but will create a path to rediscover your truth and authenticity. It makes you insane and wild, but it is this vulnerability that allows you to absorb and emit its radiance. It is a magical place… to give simply all of me, all of you. The reciprocity is a thousand-fold that keeps going and going like the Energizer Bunny.
We can only give what we are overflowing with. When you are giving something from you and it depletes you?? This is not giving all of you because you are incomplete to begin with. You are actually only filling in your need. Come make ourselves whole, cultivate our hearts, and with patience and compassion, even when you think we are not ready…?? Reiterating to yourself over and over – “I’m not ready. I’m not ready. I’m not ready”… … … your heart won’t stop you from loving all of me, all of you. What you do after is a whole new different post.
It’s maddening… but damn. Friggin’ beautiful!