Musings in the Dawn of Summer...

It seems a long and foggy season of remembering and forgetting what time was like when things flowed east and west... Inside my being I see the promise of the fire envelop the old way...I feel myself disintegrate into the wholeness that exists behind the time worn mind. Everything is new, everything is true and nothing is the same. ... nothing gives way to what is IN me. what is inside is welling up and pouring out from every side and every word I speak now echoes perfectly the clarity of heart I find in each sunrise and every breath. No regrets. Only thanks for the glorified versions of self running around in cloth and nakedness, showing me the parts that I dare not perform in this form... thank you self, thank you selves. I trust the process so completely that I am sometimes falling backward flinging my arms up and spinning them around as I make my way to the caressing arms of what I never knew before -awaiting me so patiently with glee. And though the falling still makes this human form create hormones of what I knew before as fear and clinging, now I am beginning to see this sensation as pure and utter delight, as joy beyond the known, as the wonderful awe of the new now revealing... what was before terror of loss is now the elegant shedding of what is no longer present - - a dance of fabric blowing, twirling with the wind...sometimes whipping quick and sharp with the gusts, and other moments brushing the sand...only to be picked up again to hold the shape of another embrace of sky.

So now, as the flow of life is internalized and crystallized...as my intentions become more clear and more precise...the never before seen parts are becoming seen...and the always expressed indigestion of emotion is pressed out...concentrating the impressing aspects I find within - treasures. vision. clarity.

Let the dance take us where it might...let the desert melt into the night...and the ocean of our lives - a sight, of endless power and bliss. However grace may find us, let the story now behind us be an ever lifting presence - which inspires authentic living, ever giving, receiving, being, believing, conceiving and becoming endlessly!

~Stasia Bliss