Reduced now to ashes, I rise from the fires of transformation
again and again, and it gets wearying sometimes, all this death
and resurrection, so many incarnations within one lifetime,
and occasionally I struggle with perceptions of others,
the young simply trying to navigate their own way
in the midst of the tumult and dismantling of old paradigms,
and my contemporaries doubtless steeped in their own sort
of confusion, nothing that once seemed to work providing
scaffolding, support to see up and over the walls closing in,
no clear drawbridges into or out of the castle that
once represented security, and they become discouraged,
figuring that by now at least, life would offer ease
as it seemed to do for their predecessors;

These are unprecedented times, there is no guidebook,
for we are co-creating the future as never before,
planets constellating around a pivot point,
supporting us in transformation of epic proportions,
only we must do the shadow work before integrating
the brilliance that awaits us, gathering old perceptions
and opinions and their attendant labels and discards
into a pile, raising our own conflagration in an earnest
attempt at returning ourselves to the present moment,
to our divine nature, to our hopes and dreams
for a better world, so that we may all Without Exclusion
simply love and be loved, valuing All our relations
and this incredible earth supporting us, and return
to real food, real community, genuine connection,
all the rest notwithstanding. And be free.

Chris and the dogs walking along what we've always known to be a dry stream bed. Water blessings! ~ bj