the dance

there are feelings and senses and movings inside of me that desire to become manifest. and the tools to make them so are these sore fingers, this distracted mind.
i am in the midst of change, like i was in 1978 when i was birthed. that year some young westerners asked a great sage what was going to happen to us with all the threats of nuclear war and crises. he answered that for 40 years it would remain so and then it would change. not to worry.

maybe.
maybe not.
but those are the first 40 years of this incarnation's fate. what a gorgeous destiny to be born a woman in post modern usa, born in relative poverty to spiritual seekers.
i have been thinking about how in my 20's, being sick to death of false religion of so many sorts, i gave in to cynicism.
and to the overstimulation that had encouraged that cynicism's birth, i sought escape. on the opposite side of my beloved planet, on a tiny green island in the pacific i found magic. home. it took more than bravery to slay that dragon cynic. and there are more epic battles to be fought, battles i fight even now.

the truth seems so simple, and yet so hard to retain a true grasp of. that every falsity contains within it the seed of truth. we cannot be handed the truth for free, as we expect. we must dig and battle for maybe a thousand years to discover that seed and then perhaps we will have been made fertile enough for it to germinate in us and take root and transform the sun into nourishment, growth, life.

sophia. she says it is correct to embrace maya if it is with a sincere heart and with true love. for that is the only way we can find the truth in this world. maya loves us so much she will give us exactly what we want.
jump from the intent of sophia into maya's arms and follow melissa through the veils. ohm. hummm.

now, to dance. ananda tandava.