Hands
Sinking deep into the earth
Earth in my hands
I feel the sacred sands slip through my fingers
The leftover roots, the mud, the sludge
Of centuries old.
The mystic understands
There is no separation
Everything leads into and out of one Dao.
Duality falls away;
It is only when we turn inward to meet stillness can we open the Chambers of our hearts and see to the innermost depths of the soul － what the Sufis call the "heart of hearts".
Here, the great Beloved takes the form of nothingness.
It is only when we turn inward that we enter the sacred space,
The single Source,
Of the Dao,
Where there is no form
No mind
No name
Non-being.
Turning inward we turn away from the world of dust
The external voices
The Ego
Only to be close to our Highest Self
Pure and in harmony
Prepared to receive.
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I have been thinking a lot lately about the power of words and silence, about the spaces that I so love to hold for you.
So, whatever I do is aligned with my soul as well as yours. Energy goes in multiple dimensions and directions.
My soul soars at the thought of empowering you with the practices and rituals you can carry with you in your fluid soul's expansion forever.
To see you grow and flourish and shine with the brightness that is deeply within you. Nothing compares to the way we, as multidimensional beings living in a human existence, are uplifted by love. The limitlessness of love lives within our soul, and the love is not limited by our physical being.
Humans have the rituals and practices that call us back home to this mandala of love.
For me, I found it in the sacred art of Cha Dao.
And I want to share this transmission with you.
Sacred Arts Apprenticeship waitlist is open.
DM me if you're interested in learning more.
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