Are we there yet?
The paradox of living in the feminine unknown.
The feminine moves through life knowing,
And when she doesn't know,
She rests in not knowing,
So that she will know.
Many a time I've said to myself,
I'm not sure I can keep living like this,
Not knowing,
I'm the waiting.
And then I have a much needed giggle.
It might take a while.
As this is the most basic walk of faith,
Also known as living from our feminine essence,
The one complaining about not knowing is the eager mind,
Which cannot bear to not know,
And like a small child is constantly asking,
Are we there yet?
But of course when it is time to know,
I will know,
As will you.
That is the snare that has us falling into overly masculinised doing,
Also known as the underwear and the top coat of the conditioned world,
I.
E.
It doesn't matter where you scratch,
You'll find it's itchy fabric.
I'm not there yet,
How can I not be there yet?
What is keeping me from not being there yet?
Seems like everyone else is there,
Eyeing entire earth's crust through extra flashy elongated binoculars.
One must get it there now.
And oh look,
The conveyor belt of doing is calling.
All that analysis happens in a twinkling of an eye and we feel we are simply being responsible.
We haven't realised we've left our feminine nature in the backseat,
Elegantly nibbling on popcorn,
Waiting for us to get back in our body and rest and feel and then eventually know.
Suddenly we do know and we start moving in the direction of travel,
Without having even caught on to the fact that we've got the or an answer.
Meanwhile,
Egomind does an eye roll,
Muttering something like,
I can't be doing with all this feeling and trusting and subtle out of nowhere answers,
I want the thunderclap.
And a huge round of applause for all the effort spent.
Don't forget the applause.
Let us not only sit in and with the unknown,
Let's have a sunset picnic in its long tall grass,
Connecting to the feeling of the heart,
Feeding on the truth of who we truly are,
Feeding on the knowing that has already gone before and feeding on the joy of imminent good that is flowing toward our shores.
Let us sit and witness our beautiful feminine soul because,
Before long,
As trust grows,
We will again know.
Our soul depends upon it.
Thank God.
