The birthplace of the mysterious

Help me because sometimes this grief seems too large for me to hold Sometimes it feels as though all that I have lived through and witnessed will tear me apart but is that not really the nature of this transformation process to find ourselves on the edge of something so goddam vast and almost impossible to contain or grasp  That in breaking open at that moment of most extreme tension gives birth to a new state of being and consciousness

Maybe the test for some of us is to just hold as this awesome and terrible power moves through and acts upon us Could it be that we as cells in the body of this earth feel with the earth mother her deep cry of pain for those children of hers who have lost their way Who when they look on a forest see not a sanctuary of beauty to steep themselves within but inside a pile of wood to be turned to useful purpose And yes nature does give to us its gift of resources for us to use but we must always do so in a way that is conscious of that state of balance and flow and order We cannot take more or place more of a burden on nature than she can bear and the same goes for our body and our strong yet tender souls who ask of us receptivity on both inner and outer levels.. That we honour both/and rather than either/or in our lives that we treat our own souls and bodies and those of every living creature with that reverence seeing it then and all of us as sacred, as part of an intricate interconnected web, as the birthplace of the mysterious.