HOW TO FLY

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The secret to flight is to travel light

To find all, all must first be lost

Such states the law of nothing

One who sees potential in nothingness

Knows the source of everything

Just as in the depths of sound lies silence

All can be done deep down in oblivion

Look to the source and you will see

The invisible eagerly manifesting

When all has yet again vanished

It is all becoming but once more

The exhale makes way for the inhale

Like letting go makes way for the new

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CLOSING OF A CYCLE

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At the ending of the last moon cycle, my feathers were given back to me, handed over by the grace of the moving water. Winged creatures approached me in peace sending the clear message from the other side: in this dream you have now awoken- granted you is the insight of the enigmatic reality. And so I lower my head as a token of my appreciation, completing the initiation, closing the past cycle and entering the new. I dedicate myself to love, closing my eyes to hear its sweet voice sparking up a vivid dance before my inner eye. It tells me it is okay to rest now, for I have discerned the dream, thus forever embraced in the warm grace of love. It is indeed so that the only thing that kept me from flying was the illusion that I couldn’t, while all along I was already fluttering my wings intensely, ready to soar free.

TURBULENCE

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Kept alive in the treacherous cavities of memory, yesterday’s storm has brought turbulence to this peaceful current day.

It was predicted in the forecast of emotional weather that I should expect whirlwinds of the past shuffling up old ghosts into this present moment.

In experiencing the revival of ancient struggles disguised in circumstances of the now- I stand prepared with the unswerving armor of my awareness.

I’m all buckled up but I am not alarmed, because in the process of this thing we call living, there is, always has been and always will be that serendipitous choice.

There is always the choice between that insidious conditioned reaction and that faithful conscious action, between excess embellishing pain and heartening courageous learning.

 I choose to accept all that I can yet I refuse to suffer more than I must; in this fleeting eternal moment life is not a lingering misery but simply the gateway to love.

 When turbulence comes, I remember it is but the aftermath of yesterday’s weather, ready to pass, simply asking to be forgiven and loved in abundance.

Such as all things- it comes and goes, and I shan’t be holding on this time around- because this time around, I’m glad to let you know, I am ready to let it go.