the essence

the storm has passed, and the sea in which my boat gently rocks is now thick with churned flotsam, the treasury of my mind, beautiful and ugly.  i do not discriminate in this moment, it is all information metabolizing into wisdom.  if not for the tempest, i would not know the mysteries of the deep.  i would not innerstand.

all it requires of me is presence, initiative, the steady hand of a clear mind to honor the gift of awareness. 

grace help me if i chose to move forward too fast - surely i would plunged into the madness of lesson again.  thank you, that's not necessary.  i am fully attentive.  

this degree of witnessing is deeper than any i have experienced previously.  it calls me to truth in a new way, with new imperative, with new urgency.  i have been stripped naked in the storm, battered by the weather to learn of my capacity, and of all the thorns on my rosebush.  i have been gifted deeply valuable relationship with the mystery, savagery and beauty of my being.  and there is yet more unfolding every moment.

only fulfilling the essence matters.  ceremony is the way.

"wanderer, there is no path.  you lay down your path by walking."

i know what that means now.  i know why it means something to me.

as servant, lover and mentor, i move in truth.