Journey To The Self – Viaje Hacia El Ser

One life is untangling while one is still tied to a noose of expectations. What the heart longs for must be a secret for the eyes. Lost in the fantasy; not yet a memory. Lost in the idea of belonging in the arms of mystery. Held by the thread of desire; touched by a trembling…

I feel it. I feel the longing from the depths of my being. I feel it crashing like a wave that hasn’t yet identified itself as separate from the ocean. Always returning to wholeness after breaking. When thoughts do nothing but confuse me, it’s in the essence of meaningless words woven together that I find…

Layers and layers start peeling off to reveal the gold that had always been there. We resist change. We resist letting go of what needs its own space and time to shed. We hold on to the illusion of control, when we can’t even breathe alone. It’s life, it’s Her, that breathes us. The delusion…