What is it that brings us home?
What is home in your heart?
In these times of great challenge in moments and of great change in the planet,
There are so many forces pulling us away from that sweet place,
A placeless place,
A place so intimate,
So nourishing,
So known,
That somehow we forget.
We look outside,
We look elsewhere.
It's a placeless place.
Sometimes there are beings,
Beloveds,
Places on this Earth that wrap us in a frequency that feels so close to this.
And sometimes we feel desolately alone,
Swept by the seas,
Chilled by what can feel like the brutal winds of devastation.
Our home is here,
Here.
Not in a thought,
Not in an idea,
Not in a feeling,
Not in words.
Let's come to a space,
Lordless.
Let's come to orders beneath and before.
Take a deep,
Slow breath.
And let it go.
Let it go,
The demonstration that we hold onto nothing and we are given the next breath.
And we give this back to the unlimited pull to ourselves.
Breathe in and let go.
With the next in-breath,
Feel the lungs widening,
The ribs expanding,
Perhaps some activity in the belly.
And let go.
And again,
Enjoy the expansion,
The effortless expansion of the in-breath and the total letting go of the exhale.
Letting go is such a fascinating journey,
Just as awakening and expansion is,
It's never enough.
We can feel deeply relaxed and quiet.
And then we uncover the whole next level in our cellular matrix that sighs,
Softens and opens.
So do you once let go of judgement,
Let go of the task master that seeks to improve,
To be different,
To reach some future waystation of enlightenment,
Some unattainable place which is but an idea,
Yet another idea that takes us away from home.
As breath continues,
We shift our locus,
Our place of being into awareness,
Deeper and deeper.
It's not a doing,
It's not a thought,
It's not a thought.
Each time this is met,
See it,
Acknowledge it,
Don't narrate it or judge it,
And come deeper,
Let go.
You are not thought,
You are not any of the ideas that you have about who you are,
Not the most appealing,
Luminous ones,
And not the shameful ones.
You are not a thought,
You are not a feeling,
You are not an experience,
You are not a you.
Be embraced.
Be soaked with this ocean.
That one word that we may use is love,
And yet this word can only begin to point to the unnameable.
Peace permeates.
There is no idea,
Nowhere to go.
We are already home.
Dear ones,
Come home as often as you can.
It takes no time in time.
It's a devotion,
A choosing with heart,
Mind and soul again and again,
Not to go towards the lure of the habitual,
The quick empty fix of patterning or drama,
But to fall into the unknown,
The unknown and the known,
The unlimited.
There is nothing for the person to cling to,
Unlike what is here,
Right here.
Fear.
Now.
Remember.
And this seed,
This seed of divine light is a beacon that radiates from your heart,
Wherever you are,
Whatever you are engaged in in this body,
Even when there is forgetting,
When there is pain,
When there is confusion,
This is here.
It cannot be other.
It cannot be the other.
Feeling lost is another idea,
One that can carry great pain,
But there is a pain in every heart,
And the illusion of separation from our divine self,
From the one that we are.
Perhaps you can feel and sense this awakening spreading through millions of hearts,
Millions,
Sometimes tentatively,
Sometimes a tidal wave.
We are songs for one another,
Songs of light.
Bathe and be nourished here for as long as you choose.
When you are ready to gently return to full,
Clear,
Alert,
Witness,
Know who you are as you are.
Much,
Much love is with us always in our discovery.
Peace.
