5/03/2009

Unfallen


Is anything unfallen? Tears of Tara, mother of all Buddhas; tears of Kwan Yin, mother of mercy; tears of Eve for the exiled children who banished themselves from themselves; tears of Demeter for daughters lost in underworlds of the broken heart.

The path saturates the ground wherever we step. When we are truly here, deep blue flowers spring from each fallen tear. When we lie down on the green earth, we are saved because there is no further to fall. We can surrender.

Surrender to sacred gravity. Gravity is the grace of the Mother.

Some say, "Just be." I say, "It's a process."

Sink, embrace, burst, dissolve. Begin again. Empowered by falling, begin again and again - tiny, brilliant, infinitely vulnerable and green.

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