The Bigger Picture

Zenith was dancing on a cloud. Not on an atmospheric cloud but on a cloud of her own outrageous, righteous ambition. She had done it. The collective awakening was dawning. From her vantage point of being above, she could see the unifying field of love clothing and embracing the Earth. So, she got out her best fashion—an exquisite outfit of red and gold. It was time to wear the world as her own form.

Groovy Guru and his shakti companion, Leah, in their lovemaking of form meeting shakti and form becoming Self-aware, birthed a hole wherein the Light—the heart of all—this Light shined so bright that it outshined everyone and all. This Light—their Light—breathed into the world, a world which had never known, experienced such a force of Bright Light so directly, so uninhibited before.

The first wave to experience their own brightness so directly—to breathe it; to gasp like a newborn taking its first greedy breath—were the crones. The crones breathed in the Light of Reality deeply and freely, throwing off the shackles of the thinking -- the beliefs that bound them to deny their own happiness—their own radiance and to search for it in the mind constructs that the culture and society that they lived in allowed. Whew! How they enjoyed their new freedom.

It was always new and fresh in this moment and the next moment. And all the moments to come radiated this moment. They called it already happy. They were truly wildly awake, and their wakefulness gave them (finally) the courage to lead, not to follow—not to disappear into old age but to stand at the gate—beckoning others to walk with them in their unembarrassing delight.

Zenith walked with the crones. She encouraged them to express their folly. The world of everyone could finally be foolish. They were fools of a different kind. Religion was out of a job. Spiritual masters could retire and enjoy the bliss of being; perhaps play golf and drive around in their pink Ferrari, take a lover or two; a woman of sure ecstatic expression. Perhaps the divine feminine—the Ma's of spiritual heart—could openly take on a lover or two that could meet her heart and make her squeal in sheer delight. Everything was possible now, no limits on love, no rules to hold it back. The crones felt this first, for they had seen it all. They had lived in the world where love had yet to take its hold. That time was over. The Heart in all its radiance and crazy wisdom had made its undeniable appearance. No going back to being regulated as mere myth, seen as unreasonable emotion. The crones were opened, breathing as the One Heart and knew its wisdom to live them. Zenith could see that what was above was also below, that contrast was not needed anymore to learn the true magnificence & the true humility of one's own heart. The denial of love; of its power to live everyone as happiness; to live a life in expression of that happiness was the journey of living that everyone could live in now.

How would it look? How would it be lived? Can anyone imagine it? Such a life lived freely in love? A place where everyone delights in love? Given such a chance to live in the radiance of one's own heart, would our livingness be an expression of the gift-giving of our energies, our abilities to serve a beautiful life for all? Was this place—the world; our beautiful Earth—only meant to be a place where people visit to learn the lessons of contrast—of suffering—of pleasure, of pursuing happiness through ideas of wealth, status, possessive love, the games of the mind—not the lived expression of the heart? Could a story be told not of struggle to find the light (the heart) but a story wherein the heart is here, open and lived in direct expression? How to tell such a story is my play. A play of a fool, I admit. I am that fool. Whoever wrote the rules of a life lived apart from the Great Heart locked up the great imagination of their own heart. Time to check in to your own heart and imagine your truest, most beautiful impulses to love—imagine them as your life now. Do not fear the impulses of your heart.