Life

Life courses through - like a river through rock - making - breaking - taking - giving - receiving. Life has its way whether I’m on board or not. I am terrified of it. The way it moves - has no master. It is the wild. Is love, sex, the coursing of a wave - the rippling muscle of a stallion - the mother’s embrace of the infant - the rock fall - the ice flow - the sea surge - the cry of wolves, doves and the ache of my heart. Life breaks through into every part that is asleep or needing to be broken open. Eventually, life takes over everything - is everything. This idea that man - humankind has anything to say to the way things go other than becoming wild themselves is preposterous. There is no charge given us that is not already in us - birthing - agony - as the fertile life that want to emerge day after day new and fresh - dying and being reborn. The rope burn I’m experiencing from holding onto what I want, what feels comfortable and safe is hot. The speed of the spinning wheel is too much to stop. The earth tilts in the winter and all energy goes back to the core - ready for the spring when again the force field will glow and pulse. The music is being played - we are the instruments and the sound - we are the earth, and her carers - but we must know: she does not require our consent - she will go on - but we can join in deep ecstasy. This wild ride. And rather than hang on - let go - let go and feel the free fall of heart, of body, of mind - the terror transmutes into gold as the thing we most feared becomes an intimate friend. As one thing dies and a new shoot is born - Be not afraid - you were made to walk on water. Hold out your prayers, light the smoking sticks - this day like the next, is the beginning of the rest of your life.