Fall sweetly to the ground. On the way down… Feel the air kiss your skin. Hear Mother Earth prepare for you. Smell the fragrance of your next birth. Have you forgotten the fertile soil that awaits you there? Your soul remembers. The treasures hidden in the darkness. Savor each moment of the fall. We’ll meet …
There is magic in the air. A tangible sweetness.
A delightful taste that can be sipped with our senses.
Words can't capture its essence.
Though our breath can savor its presence.
The mystery of falling is so delicate. So beautiful. So potent. So alive.
A secret treasure to behold.
To anoint with our breath. Our fingertips.
Our presence.
A creative wildness can be felt rippling through the earth. Bursting forth from deep in the land. Deep in Gaia. Deep in humans. The animals. The trees. All of nature.
As if the whole world is coming alive. Into a potent delicious divine harmony.
A thick honey that we can touch.
Fertility is in the air. For all of us to drink. Freely. Can you taste Her?
Through your physical senses. Your rich playground of capillaries to Life. To your Self. To the earth. To Her beauty. And to the sweetness of Her essence. All around us. Within us. Everywhere.
There is no place She is not.
And our breath is the thread that takes us there.
Happy Earth Day! I had so much fun on my bike ride this morning. Stopping by these exquisite trees (who interweaved around each other) and offering flowers and foods to nature, the river, the rocks, the earth.
Have you ever tracked the holy thread of impermanence? The richness of all that arises in this tender loving place? How the cycles of nature reflect this deeply mysterious process. With a requited graceful surrender.
Always.
There is so much richness unfolding on this sacred planet. Which we can not see with our human eyes. It is beneath the ground. Threads of an unfathomable creative process. So miraculous and incomprehensible. As it swirls and twirls. Following an intelligence of unspeakable magnificence.
What if you could taste Life through your physical senses simply by meeting the moment, each moment, in a state of ecstatic wonder?
Life. That vibrant rich Unnameable Presence.
