indieHealer

A Bridge into the NOW.

It’s been some time since I have written on this blog. Do people even blog anymore? So much has changed since 2017 and briefly reading back, it’s nurturing to me to see how my words are still poignant and resonate deeply with my soul and its adventures on this sacred sphere of life. It’s a beautiful witnessing to have come to know those words in my heart more than ever and less in the mind and yet some are deeply ingrained more in my conscious thought process than ever in comparison to my heart. What does that mean exactly but to witness the paradox of aging becoming wiser and looser with the stillness of becoming more curious and welcoming more humility and the unknown with all its dancing parts of creative novelty. The bouncing from heart to mind. Embodied knowing. Deep conscious existing truth brought to the surface. Experiencing the aligned brilliance of connection and relationship in a cycle of ignorance to knowledge, confusion to clarity all back again to ignorance and clarity. So then am I actually becoming younger in truth, knowing less, experiencing more. Bridging gaps of birth and death, over and over.

Yesterday, I thought to myself is it really REbirth when we enter Spring? It seems more just like birth. Death. Birth. Going underground, rising again to seek the full expression of the sun, the son, the solar, the sol, the we are the sun and soul.

I came here tonight to write a poem or prayer. Maybe those are one in the same; interchangeable meandering thoughts that might find themselves in other lifetimes/timelines/planets spheres actually dancing as bodies and minds, maybe spirits or even gendered bodies intertwined like our human ones. All the same I am here now and it feels good to write irrespective if folks don’t read this. It feels good to write down thoughts and express my soul heart to something. So here I am present with the moment of words on computer paper.

To keep things short I will end with this…

from a meditation I sit and feel the energy pulsating around my neck and brows

I feel a song that sings, I have lived many heart beats, experienced many songs of rhyme

The blood which circulates this current heart, is the central tenent of my present heart mind

There is no finding time or seeking to be

it’s just the heart beat, rhythmically beating in Be.