Let’s leap. Leap into clarity.
Call in moments of supreme purity.
Let’s travel to that moment when the light of life is so fierce that upon closing our eyes, we watch as eyelids become irrelevant.
That light of life, of true, pure existence that penetrates every molecule, every speck of being.
Light and Dark are, just this, the two intrinsically united sides of all that is.
Written in the patterns of the stars, emanating out in vibrating waves.
How does the thread of life so gracefully weave itself into the sagging bark of great Oaks? Undulations of elemental energy. The Force. Waves of crimson reds and blue-hued jade.
Light so strong you wonder if your human chest might burst into infinite particles of golden, shimmering. Love.
And Pain.
The pain of existence. Pain of bearing witness to tragedy of great measure.
Bearing children in a world doused in agony; expressed through hateful words and horrifying depictions. Death at the pricey rate of stacked and dyed, dead, earth.
But in this intimately faithful space there exists no border to withhold glowing, beams of golden light.
What a joy to be in this space. What a joy to see truth.
To be present to the ways of the Goddess. And simultaneously taste the bitter zest of God.
From this place, when we are dehydrated, we drink hate. From this place, when we are famished, we swallow ecstasy.
From this place we hold the divine knowledge that self deprecation and opulent elation coalesce in a thorough harmony.
From this place we bow down to our highest selves. We bow down and beg forgiveness.
We say, ‘I am not perfect, I eat when I am not hungry.’
‘I am not perfect, I laugh at the expense of others.’
‘I am not perfect, I see shame in the mirror.’
‘I am not perfect, I yell and use words of profane blame when I know they are not fruitful.’
‘And given these imperfections, I am perfect.’
‘I am love.’
From this place we are painfully aware that if we do not love ourselves, we cannot be loved by another.
That if we do not care for ourselves, we cannot begin to care for another.
If we are not serving our own highest selves, we cannot help guide others to theirs.
And what a shame to waste such a beautiful, glorious, bright, shiny, divine light.
So we bow our heads down to that powerful, ever-flowing, sometimes hidden, but never lost, elemental force.
We look our most authentic, in love selves in the eyes. And we say,
‘I vow to walk solidly beside you in the light. And I follow you gratefully and humbly into the dark. As I know, however strongly now, or later; that we are one. The force of life.’
--jitana
--jitana
