Jai Ma
When She opens, she swallows you whole.
She sits you into herself
She sings through your pores
Coming from a rebirthing, complete with a baptism, a baby in the arms of Grace.
From my new land.
Some say they find Truth only in silence.
But the more I look, the more I find no one and no thing and no where I cannot find the Truth, or my self.
Sound or silence.
It’s Love all the way down, isn’t it?
I wrote a haiku (?) about it-
No coming no going
Now Gravity now Grace
I bow to That which makes
Everything into Itself.
And
I pray now
that you be so lucky
that you weep,
your head on the ground,
your snot run into the grass
your fingernails full of dirt
your body covered in mud
your heart become prayer
crawling on your belly
through the river of hell
all the way down to heaven,
bowing to the great glory of
this being alive
in the heart of the Mother,
at the foot of Grace,
blessed like me-
to be destroyed, annihilated,
only to be remade, renewed,
re-born-
over and over again
as the unchanged.
Today, I stepped a bit more out of prison I had made myself.
I let the teachings pour, and paradigms shift, identities melt and harden.
I hear some famous non-dual teachers were triggered. Isn’t that wild and beautiful, Beloved? Never spare someone the pain of transformation one of my teachers said to me once. I serve truth not pain, I remember.
It is so fucking freeing to allow others to react as they do- praise or adoration, love or activation.
What love is there to buy or sell, when I am listening and honoring the only thing I will bow to- the call of God as my innermost harmonic.
Thank you God. Thank you God. Thank you God.
We are blessed beyond measure. May we take it in and make it into ourselves.
Thank you God.
More, so much more please.
So much beauty, so much joy,
So much pain, so much Grace
Freeing the feeling being
Feeling the freeing being
; )
Jai Ma
wanderings + wonderings 