Be, in your own way, one of those odd mystics spinning forward our new world

Shake the dust of knowing better off from your tired mind
Blink away the tears for those trapped behind their walls
Open your hands to let all you’ve clung to fall away
Strip off the uniforms and recognitions of all the groups you’ve joined

Stand naked and true, love the skin you’re in as the only identity that’s real
Feel the tenderness of your own palm and fingers, and of those around you
See all the walls for what they are — habits, just habits, whose time have come
Let your mind be a fertile soil for whatever seeds the wind may blow your way

Don’t picture them
Don’t judge them
Don’t react

Receive
Be surprised
Be emboldened
Be overjoyed

Let them sprout, let them grow
Let them show you their beautiful flowers
Then drink down their precious nectar and bring their fruit to bear

It’ll be pretty wild
But it’ll be true

Be, in your own way, one of those odd mystics spinning forward our new world

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Inner Sun Guides You

Waves of chaos crash
while compasses keep spinning.
Inner Sun guides you.

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Lay up your golden treasures within the Secret Chamber of your Heart.

A while back, I posted about using breathing meditation to channel light with your breath into your heart, using it as a philospher’s stone to turn oxygen into gold.  With this technique you can bring greater clarity, insights and healing to your mind, body, and soul. At least, that’s been my experience.

There’s a second level to this meditation for me, which may hold some meaning for you. First, it’s important I remember to breathe the golden light into and through my heart, circulating it throughout my whole self and into a bubble around me. Then, while within this golden egg, I breathe this more sacred air into my heart, where I keep it magnifying with each breath. When I feel my heart filling up with peace and joy, I imagine a hidden chamber in the upper-right corner of my heart, nearest my Heart Chakra.

The Secret Chamber of the Heart neither opens nor remains closed, for there is no door. Both expansive and contained, it receives the full glow of the golden light as soon as I turn my attention to it. And as I allow my attention to dwell within the Secret Chamber of the Heart, I feel myself within its swaddling expansiveness.

I feel tiny. I feel eternal. I feel empty. I feel full.

Most powerfully of all, I feel Love.

And it’s not that I feel loved, though that’s a part of it. It’s not so much that I feel loving, either, though there’s that too. More like, I feel a part of Love Itself, as though the very Force of Love expresses me, rather than me expressing it.

I don’t know if you’ll have quite the same experience, but there’s some pretty broad consistencies among those who have visited their attention within the Secret Chamber of their Heart. There’s a sense of detachment that can feel a bit unsettling, if you’re used to drowning in the immediacy of day-to-day life. There’s also a sense of immediacy, which can feel a little smothering if you’re used to desiccating in the withdrawal from the lives of those around you.

It’s hard to explain. When you feel a sense of peace about the idea, perhaps you can give it a shot, and let me know if you can find better words.

Meanwhile, here’s a penny for your thoughts, that perhaps can be tucked away into your own heart when the time is right.

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