Yesterday I sat in a friend’s library and opened a book that called, and as they often do, the words of a master showed me myself.
Natural Great Perfection- Nyoshul Khenpo
Yes, it has happened this way, now it doesn’t surprise me like it used to, at least not in that there is another who sees as I do- life, self, other, the whole- what words shall we use to describe that which makes words? So I wept, in the garden outside Janet’s sanctuary, laughing crying, wailing, squealing- it can be quite amusing, when the thunderbolt strikes you as yourself. Cosmic orgasms are another level you see…
The Universe meeting itself- in earth, in sky, the leaves, the heart, this body- what else is there anyway?
The cleaning lady in the house heard me cry- not so discreet, this ripping apart at the seams it seems- she came out and asked kindly, “Are you okay?”
What could I say? As body, as human, as Source, as All There Is?
“Oh! I’m more than ok, I am overjoyed.”
“Do you want a hug?” she asked. The Everything loving itself, through Sarah the cleaning lady, and Ishita the crying woman.
The absolute and the relative- Truth and Love. Conjoined.
“That’s good- I never see people crying because they are so happy! That’s good!” She said.
And it was good.
I’m in the field of Body Class- an 8 week course, coming this Fall- celebrating, venerating, and using this Divine Human body to embody our deepest awakening.
Body
Today I saw
my body is time-
yours
the Whole
this here, mine…
eyes of the Universe
feet of God
Emptiness
in form – aliveness
form
that follows intent
Light become matter
when the dance began…
Beingness of being
Lightness of light
Anandamayakosha
I am
I am come alive.
Did you think you could hide from yourself?
Your own magnificence?
Your role, your path, your purpose?
that which brought you here,
that which breathes
you now
as breath
Who knows the depths of my cry?
Who has met herself
in the mirror of Life
the words of great beings
the taste on my tongue
the touch of my skin
the mirror of my mastery
hidden in plain sight
the curves of my pen
words,
tears, breath, heaven-
remember now.
isness is
As body I am
As body I need
As body I feel
As body I see
All There Is
dancing
as me