imagine, if you will…that everything you think you know of yourself is wrong.  Maybe you are not as kind, certain, right, beautiful or ugly, grand or mundane, accomplished or idiotic, talented or simple….as you were convinced you were.  The framework of your construction is crumbling before your eyes. Simple words or deeds strike you like arrows, and it all collapses to the ground.
It is okay. You are in this moment, perfection.  You are in this moment the perfect manifestation of your own creating and the Grand Design of the Universe. You are an eternal and bright being with or without form.
What will you do with the awareness that comes to you now? The subtle shift that tells you most of what you think you know, you really do not…you have been telling yourself a lovely story. Now you see it as a story, learned from the lips of someone else or perhaps one you created.   There is a little observer inside that notices it is only a story. Words attached to your soul like a note  your mother pinned to your jacket when  you were 5. You can take them off. Take them off and throw them away and write something new upon  your heart.
What shall it be?  Can it be so simple? Can it be so easy to change your mind? Who will you be without the sarcastic wit or the nurturing hugs?  Do you actually have that much power over your own experience?
I say yes. Bring every ounce of your will to bear in your own heart, and yes, you can do that for yourself. Begone with certainty. Allow the chaos to swirl around you, stand still, and listen. Soon, echos begin to coalesce into strains of music. Your soul sings and you can just make out the shape of the melody. This sounds like your true self. Sing the song you hear, and  a new You forms  around the song…
now stories flow from you as new myths..new ways to sing yourself. This time though  you are dancing to the tune instead of being trapped inside it. Free form and flowing it changes with each measure, growing deeper and richer and more harmonious. Sing it anew every day and allow the melody to weave itself around you and everyone else, and you will know the perfection of living in this moment.

Swans are fierce, you say
I see beauty silent communion
I feel the body of love between us
You reveal destiny purpose
Imperious statue burning tall
(You say you are the confessional)

A dream long exhausted
Stretched and
Strung across your eyes
Focused on the horizon

Standing here, you cannot see me
Running from here, you chase me
Digging for tomorrow is exhausting

My gold is dross
I am a clanging cymbal
Dues paid long ago
27 lifetimes all with different endings
I cannot purge you
I can only let you walk away

You say swans are fierce
But they are the mirror
And the beauty
They seek, together.

as of about 2 hours ago, my workshop has started. The energy shifted as we talked about what I might experience next weekend…and that was all it took. It is hard to describe, but it’s a sense of impending change.  My whole energy body is swirling..it feels like someone is rearranging the furniture inside me.

so I don’t know what’s going to happen, but i know what’s been required of me. I have my assignments and my job is to come open and prepared with my assignments. The rest is left to the moment.

the last month has wrought such amazing changes in my life i am hardpressed to describe those as well. and you wouldn’t actually believe me if i told you. sigh. It’s a place I’ve been many times in the last month….without words to describe my feelings.