The Way

In freedom and Love I wait.

I whisper, “make straight the Way,” though the living waters of Creation so love to hug and caress the bends of the river as she traverses the great land.

So, perhaps, it is not the straightness, but the openness.

The receptivity to the flow.

Allowing her to rush in and through like the raging river, pushing away, cleansing out, what no longer serves.

Allowing her to to bubble and sing the sweetness of life like the brook. Allowing her to be still, reflecting to you as a mirror, that which you are, and that which you have yet to see. Allowing her to be vast and wild and deep like the ocean - holding life and death and all in between in her shallows and in her mysterious abyss. Allowing her to cry like the rain, From the air to the land, Heaven to earth, From the mind to the body, Source to You. Quenching the soul’s thirst and tenderly kissing the plight of the seeker and the pained, Bathing us in her unconditional Love. In all of her many phases and states - destructive and raging, still and deep, bubbling, flowing, and raining down.

Water seeks the lower path. The deeper.

She is not afraid.

She sings, “You are not alone. I am here, Beloved. Always here. Seeking you in your lowest places, my Love flowing down to the bottom where the sacred gravity of your fears hide and pull. Can’t you see me? Feel me? I am right here. Beloved, you are never alone. It is here that I gather, pool, and wait. For you to see. Rest in me. Take me in. I will nourish you. My Love never fails. It only heals.

Through your torrents of pain, the crushing pressure of the depths, the screaming fear of the unknown, of traumas long repressed, and yes in your very own tears, I am always with you.

Here in the deep dark places, I Love you.

Make open the Way, Beloved. And I will flow to you, through you, with a Love so deep, so strong, and so true, that in its purity, all is forgiven, and Loved into Lightness. And we shall rise together.

My song calls you home.

In all of my ways, and in all of your sacred places. I am here, calling. Singing you into your remembrance. You are already free.

Rise.

You are Home.”