Rawness is the Rite

Come Raw. Leave Raw. In the breath between, I learn to stay.

What if we allowed ourselves to come raw and leave raw

needing nothing be finished

simply observing the truth of now.

honoring whatever part of the cycle

we currently sip breath from

whether it be from the flat waters of the ocean

or the peak of the wave within

to trust in the perfection of the ride

the perfection

of the unfolding.

To retreat like the caterpillar into the chrysalis

to rest

trusting the process,

the call now,

but yet

without knowing what will

happen in the darkness,

and once the rebirth brings new light

no resistance

no forcing

of the process '

of the retreat

of the eventual re emergence

not rushing the dawn.

the opposite of urgency and disappointment,

is patience

and allowing,

moving at the speed of trust

which

is faith

bleeding into the space of your being.

its through the cocooning

that we grow

and evolve

the ability to take flight,

to strengthen our wings.

When we allow and honor

the transition

then raw

we can freely Be.

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Raw 

Like a snail without a shell 

But somehow I know

I am going to make it through 

Raw 

The breeze makes my shoulders quiver 

And collapse in 

My spine exposed 

Raw

My breath sends growls through my center 

Each motion 

Magnified 

Each touch 

Significant in its impact 

The only thought of comfort offered

to curl up in a bed of cotton gauze

pillows of feathers

Raw 

I exist 

Raw 

I wait  

Gentle,

I remember 

So

Gently

I will be 

Because what other choice is there in love? 

Eyes on me 

Eye of me 

Raw 

I will walk 

Raw 

I will be 

As I greet and integrate the me that I meet 

Integrate my new 

Wings 

Lick my wounds 

Now my stitches

silk ribbon thread,

a bold royal blue

Each careful, deliberate,

stitch 

Where I have sewn myself back together 

While I wait for the skin to grow

over the cracks 

New growth meeting the cuts 

A merging of the seams 

Into fluid flesh 

I sit here in the sickening nausea of it all 

Knowing this is right where I need to be

Knowing that while I am

Weak 

Raw 

Exposed 

I am free. 

I am emerging 

Whole,

I AM

-That One Honoring the Cycles I AM, Oct 2024 / From the Wisdom of the Paradox

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How to actively Be in death and birth. Attending to that space between the death and the resurrection. The beauty of BEing unready. That space also just after the resurrection. Re Unifying my little girl. The black ghost. Re birthing into wholeness I AM. Merging, still torn or in the middle of mending, where I Am still sewing myself together. Unfinished and alive. One October in Ojai. In the breath between death and rebirth, I learn to stay. Forever in process and honoring cycles.