the space between heartbeats

In the small

interlude

between your heartbeats

systole

diastole.

Trust. Choose to trust.

(Somehow it started without you and continues on faithfully, beautifully.)

When it is cold

and the buds are a

distant promise

hiding.

Trust. Choose to trust.

(You are moving full circle, so slow you can’t see.)

When Mother Eagle

lovingly

and brutally

drops you from the nest.

Trust. Choose to trust.

(And be sure to open up your wings. They will work…eventually.)

When your dreams are

substantial

and expansive

but the path toward them feels

narrow

and contracted

Trust. Choose to trust.

(Let yourself be free from illusion and delusion. Be purified through difficulty. This is how you become the person that can fullfill your dreams.)

When your heart is

vibrantly open and vulnerable

in the presence

of hardness and dispassion.

Trust. Choose to trust.

(And never EVER give into the temptation to dim your luscious, and profound light.Persist in goodness.)

When you are compelled to leap.

and that intense

“just fucking do it!”

feeling arises.

Trust. Definitely, choose to trust.

(And know that sometimes when you leap, the net doesn’t fucking appear. Because some bones are meant to be broken, and the wisdom gained through failure is invaluable.)

When you are feeling fatigued

or brokenhearted

on the road you

KNOW

is the right road.

Trust. Choose to trust.

(And also…stop, and rest for a little while. Look for the red light, rather than the exit.)

When you are in the ambiguous,

opaque

place between stories

and don’t know

who

or what you are.

Trust. Choose to trust.

(Your evolution is ongoing. You are abstract art learning how to see yourself.)

When you allow yourself to

uncover your longing

feel the extent of it

its multiple dimensions

and it really

mother

fucking

hurts.

Trust. Choose to trust.

(And then leave the door open, keep feeling it, tenderize, let it dance all over your skin, let the whole world in on it. This is how you MANIFEST.)

In the small interlude

between your

inhale

and your

exhale

the tide of you

going in

and out.

Trust. Choose to trust.

(Because your breath is happening

your heartbeats are happening

your life and existence are happening

and resistance is futile.)

I think

the darkness is so complete

the mystery so intact.

We haven’t even made

a dent in it

really.

So…

befriend

uncertainty.

Humbly.

Humbly.

Humbly.

And trust.

Choose

to trust.

 

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