The Cliff

It sometimes feels that I am standing on the edge of a massive cliff that yawns open in front of me and if I just let it be I can take a step out and not fall. I know that I have the capabilities to be completely free if I just trust my own inherent nature. Nature is the seed of our being, the very core of our existence, something that we’ve packed away and stored deep in our closet and almost forgotten about. But what of opening the box, like Pandora, and letting ourselves out, letting ourselves take wing and soar into our multidimensional selves? To open ourselves, to be completely open is to feel the simultaneous all-encompassing elation and stinging sorrow of every creature, of every plant, of every organism great or small that exists in our world and the worlds beyond. Ripped apart, torn asunder, orgasmically writhing in joy in an eruption of holographic particles, unicorns, war, suffering, pain and blinding white pleasure as each moment that passes offers new and delectable sensations that tingle every fiber of your being. Hold this moment. No. It isn’t a matter of holding on. It is the understanding that this is letting go and assuming the ultimate trust in ourselves.

Could this be the awakening? Could each successive opening be the passage through the dark night of the soul and into the kosmic sublime? It is through love and acceptance that we embody the joy and the pain of the essence of existence itself, the forever rotating spiral that eternally creates and destroys, allowing our atoms to join in the dance of the universe expanding ourselves out with the stars themselves.

We each are the lotus flowers with infinite petals rising from the murky depths of the unconscious, blossoming into ourselves, the self that we have always been, emanating a spectral radiance of the vastest form.

And now it seems that with each step I take, I am walking further over the edge of the cliff, not falling, but firmly walking on an unseen walkway above oblivion, steadying only on the notion that I must go on.