SleepingOrchid

Transformation = METAMORPHOSIS “What truth will you become?”

Transformation is more than mere shape-shifting; it is a complete cellular mutation; a quantum victory of design over matter. In the garden transformation is law. The oldest things become new when seen through fresh eyes or a shift of visual imagination. Plants capture or seduce; pods fly into silks, colors wither, embolden or whiten, dust balls eject a thousand baby spiders, a worm becomes frog. When you “transform” you are reborn into a new being. Unlike simple masking or disguise, this change interpenetrates the very soul. When we are tired of our selves, our path, our very thoughts, nothing will satisfy but complete and total rebirth.

Seeking wholeness, we are slowly transformed by our own longing into a receptacle for the Beloved. But they must contain us, too, Two Truths will blend together into a singular, mighty Truth. To become The Lover, we must give up the griefs, the imperfections, the pettiness, the vindictiveness of the past. If we accept that our future is entirely new, we can be born freshly into this fresh moment. It is this deep looking, deep seeing, deep yearning and deep acceptance that attracts our tantric lover to our sphere. Yes, terrible things have happened outside the golden chalice we now offer. Sad lessons were learned. There has been triumph, vengeance, loss and play. No need to dwell on any of this, it no longer describes or confines us. What does describe us? The peace of perfected selfhood. We are now ready to merge with yet another perfected Self.

Dawn Walk

Thunder crusts a gelid sky
Is it light or is it rain? Feathering
my nest with longing
Stippling soul with flushed
new growth; bursting out
the steepled trees.
This is my world and I release it
Released for flying
Stelliform
Tough as spidersilk
Unrecognizable
Even to me who birthed it
Who spent my life creating it.
Released and
Blown away.