To Path Of Devotion, In The Presence Of The Beloved

What happens when words can no longer hold the space that lies between the words themselves?
When the chasm between what you believed would be your life and what unravels before you is so violently opposed in their reflections?

Where do you go when there is no more respite in the trappings of the mind,
and the pain you inflict on your body will not bring you closer to drinking from the waters of relief?

And so, in darkness — in the deep valley of your pain, and grief, and shame, and fear — you come to the crossroads.

And at the crossroads,
you either find the gift of alchemy, or the curse of attachment.
No one forcing you, no one telling you what is right or wrong —
just you and your soul confronting the road you want to take
and the experience of that path.

For some, in that moment,
if they can listen above the hum of Maya,
and feel into the substrate below Samsara,
they will come into the realm of The Beloved’s song.

Here, the light you cannot see will be revealed to you.
The path you do not even know you must walk —
and its importance in the fabric of life —
will be made known to you.

Never let despair come knocking.
Despair is a doorway.
A doorway for those that are not welcome to come in,
and a doorway which will knock you off your path.

Each and every one of us has a path — some easeful, some arduous.
But a path nonetheless.

It doesn’t matter if we complete it perfectly —
what does matter is that we continue walking it
with an attunement to what moves us to tears
when we feel The Beloved come in.

The frisson when She moves on the notes of music
and tenderly reminds us that there is MORE.

There is so much more.
Unseen.
Unheard.
Until we are ready.

And you are ready, my friend.
You are ready.

And The Beloved is watching in joy,
as you claim your place in this great cycle of life.