Basking in the Unknown
I am here now basking in the unknown unaware of my years yet more than aware of my experiences. They mystify me and have taken me into the ocean and deep into the jungles of time and space metaphorically and literally floating under the moonlight as the world teaches me
Speaks to me lesson and visions I knew not
Things were in place.
It makes me wonder how much of this is scripted.
Am I just in a movie
Do I get to click my heels and be back in Kansas.
Is it all a dream
Filled with the illusions of shoulds and coulds
My heart aches with indecisiveness.
Weeding out the difference between fear and foe
The difference between reality and my own stories.
I wake up in the middle of the night
To messages from beyond
Lurking in the dark waiting for me to stop
So I can hear them
So I can unravel the messages of long before and after
As I look into the unknown with new eyes and a perception I have yet to think of.
What is happening?
Is my mother truly dead?
Was that even real?
Am I the creator of my own reality with each piece folding to my whim
My fears and desires
My longing and adventure
My presence and love
We are here together looking into the past to create the future though we know not what it is. For we can not create something a new from there yet we are called to remember
to a time beyond recent memory
To a time of greater awareness, power and possibility
To a time of love and cohesiveness
To a time of authenticity
So we can play again in all of our light
In our creative spirit,
In our sexuality
In our love
In our desires for all that are.
And expand our awareness into the unforeseen imagination that lurks waiting to be discovered
People say we need to go to the light yet it is the dark that holds the treasures
The surprise
The love lost and forgotten.
We are living in a contradiction
We are living in a space of new desires
Of permission to fully feel,
To fully play
To fully love
To create with abandon
Look not to what you know but what you have forgotten
The things you can not find looking for them
Yet they wait for you
When you least expect it
The universe is full of surprises.
And when you think you got it
When you think you know
Thinking again
Feel again
Because there is always something else.
So remain open and listen to your choices
for it truly is a choose your own adventure.
Which one you choose matters not.
The question is what kind of a ride do you want?
How do you want to travel
What do you want to create and from where?
If you want direction
discover your inspiration.
For that is the language of the heart
It is how the divine speaks through us
Often confused with the repression of fear or safety which is also beautiful
Both divine
Yet which do you choose?
Which one is the story you want to write
You want to live