Coming home. Embracing truth.
Finally honoring the infinite breadth of my nature - remembering soul’s journey by listening to the beckoning call of healing. Infinite depths until we’re swimming in universal truth. This weave is wild in its glory - reducing to this moment erases truth. We have forgotten how to read pattern.
This path is dissolving all constructs while simultaneously bringing me back to understandings I’ve always had but lacked context for.
I’ve learned that many of the pains that cling are echoes - we have all time within and clearing is a daily process.
How many traps are set to keep us hidden from ourselves. Battling to see soul through the smog of Earth 2020. I no longer shy from Tracing that pain. Holding it until it combusts - heat reducing to embers, ash nourishing new blooms.
The balance of power - owning our incredible capacity for co-creation while not imposing ego-will. Fluid symbiosis between self and all. We underestimate daily. Waking up is a liberation & a bind.