A new day brings cleansed energy. Pure and bright.
The past exists in fragments, remnants of energy
Stored in the body and the mind
Waiting to be released so once can truly, fully, deepen in the now.
Patterns manifest as patterns, where history does not repeat but rhymes.
The charged lust, the anticipated kiss, the hollow stomach, the ache.
The avoidance, delusions, projections, reactions... arising before awareness.
These are all but connected to the roots planted years before, before you, before your parents...
this is why it is called the family tree.
Like a tree, we don't disconnect from our origin, we embrace it. Supported by our roots, deep, strong, and hard to break.
But like a tree, we may grow beyond the roots.
Our days form the branches, some sturdy, some green, some flowering, some breaking until we grow another branch and another.
Like the trunk, slow change finds us growing taller in stature year by year so that we may become and embody the incredible strength and wisdom that is our birthright.
"I became until I came undone.
Distracted by sound,
delayed and reverberant,
louder and louder until one day it became clear.
The melody of my days, the soundtrack of my life,
The notes that paved the way are like an ear-worm reverberation.
Not even part of me.
Something so easily extracted yet fixated on patterns became hard to beat.
Patterns that slip through the conscious, manifest unconscious, forming reality through familiarity.
Will you wait for pain and pits to change? or will you change through choice?
Changes in nature appear natural, cyclical, purposeful.
Guided by a greater intelligence.
Surrendering to this intelligence means surrendering to the illusion of control.
As creatures of habit, we inhabit creation.
Coming back to the melody, this time with awareness and perceptual expansion.. the delay subsides and what is left is now. and now. and now.
Reverberation of sound becomes reverberation of self.
Reverb creates depth, space and mimics the journey of life.
This is the poetics of space.
The poetics of sound.
Existence is birthed from experiences lived.
Experience exists from images formed. sounds felt. touch embodied.
All in divine order and divine time so that we can come back to ourselves and love."