Imagine if this were said to you? 10/12/13

part 2

There is yet another gateway of entry.

This one is the sacred ritual of far journey.

It is not what is there, for there could become

as familiar as here has been.

It is not that there does not know who you are,

but more clearly, it is that there exists

for who you have become.

There is a forever permission to unfold,

that you are always becoming,

that you are not yet tied to a past contract

of service or caring,

that you are allowed to be primitive in your loving,

to be primordial in your nature, where who you are

is without the limits of expectations around you. 

Travel is as a way of global concern, 

as a means of quintessential-ness, 

as a network of concern,

spread across the discovery of people 

in alignment with you as a living metaphor for them,

and for you to measure yourself 

in the context of others, 

is to deny the deeper level of play needed by you 

to surrender to, through the living experience.

You are here to pour forth the happening of you.

This is the real risk into your own inner unknown.

You were made to look like and to act like,

what anthropologists would recognize.

You are to lose yourself into the original

and deepest sense of things 

by means of mental proximity 

as in, you think you are interested,       

you do being interested, 

you retain a sense of experience and familiarity 

with what you think happened 

but deep inside you know, 

it is only a facade 

towards a world of vibrational schemes.

There is madness in this far journey but you need it

to disrobe you of your courtesy and your kindness

at the expense of sourcing yourself.

Some parts of you need to willfully 

and consciously die every day, 

in order for you to become of transformative means.

Simple innocence of being must dwell balanced

between the light eye of higher order

and the dark eye of chaos.

Their balance is beyond sensibility,       

beyond the convenience of your kindness.

You have to balance on the slippery rocks

that float in the river of meaning.

You have to be fine where your touch is sacred to you

for you there is no inspiration without the death

of something held previously dear.

A happy community of familiarity must perish

in order for vision to come through your being.

Your own death of what is familiar must be developed

as an ally of your nights, as a private drink of nectar

to deepen your soul.

You must tear at the veils of a shrinking world

to come into the light of your spirit,

giving your over-soul of love an opportunity 

to lead from where you are one 

with the oneness in all of us.

Secretiveness should not be a means of protection

or a cover for your embarrassment 

rather it should be part of your repetiore, 

part of your incantations,        

part of your divination for the timing of things.

Imagine if all of this were said specifically to you?