did you ever stop to think
what our world would be
if we couldn't express ourselves?
if we couldn't dive to the depths of our souls
and then carry the gold
back up to the surface somehow.
what a hopeless place this world would be.
so many tied in knots…
so many knots.
all the suffering of all the innocent.
we all started out innocent at one point.
then the split.
it occurs for everyone.
a split that happens
when we very first learn to abandon ourselves.
in those early formative years.
we split from our source of innocence and wholeness
when we were made to feel we weren't enough,
or we shouldn't have done…
or that it's all our fault.
everyone experiences the split
and then the countless ones that come after.
and thus begins the years of not knowing.
of stumbling around in the darkness.
sometimes, if we are lucky enough
we get to hold a small candle.
but most of the time
we are completely blind
and sensing and crawling
stooped and hunched and stumbling
through the vast darkness of our lives.
feeling for all the dark shapes
that surround us.
having forgotten our own precious form.
such a tragedy you say?
but is it not a divine tragedy?
our very own chosen divine tragedy.
we forgot so we could remember.
what if source made us all
so she/he/it could experience itself
in a million billion trillion different ways?
some say that we each have a giant eye
an eye that is all knowing
an i that is all growing
i am that i am
looking out from the center of my being.
just for the thrill of it.
the joy,
the pain,
the heartbreak,
the ecstasy.
of being form who forgets
of being life that expands
of being light that shimmers
of being tears that fall
of being…
alive.
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