Underneath the rich emotional landscape, the hopes, the fears, and the dreams, you may notice a subtle burning, a longing for aliveness, to fully participate in this world. As you fall asleep, as you wake in the morning, speak with others, and move through your day- the burning is your subtle companion.
This movement can appear as an actual sensation in the body or more energetically as the activity of reorganization within you. Something is calling, drawing you close, but you can’t quite reach it by way of the known. It is just too creative. You can sense the aliveness, but it is not solid or resolvable in any way. It does not provide answers, but only endless reminders of how vast the question really is.
For some, this experience is associated with profound melancholy, for others an actual ache in the heart, and for others feelings of hopelessness, despair, joy, or bliss. You are being called back home, but it is not the home of what has come before. It is into your homeless nature, as a wanderer and explorer of the mystery.
For those who are attuned to this movement, it can appear as an actual substance, a type of nectar- come to seed new pathways, dissolving what you thought you knew about yourself, this world, intimacy, “spirituality,” and why you’re here. This substance is a primordial drop of integration, symbolizing the end of one world so that another can begin.
As you learn to stay embodied, present, and kind to the fires of reorganization, you may come to see the burning as a sacred friend, though at times a very wrathful one – an old unmet part of you, not come to harm but to reveal something that you may have forgotten about the wild, untamed, relentless nature of love.
there is a light that burns….there is a light that shines…..there is a light that warms…..
inquiry for today~ from your experience of little nuances that pass through your day, what arises and vanishes? what is inevitable? what is lost? what is found?
With all your science can you tell how it is,
and whence it is,
that light comes into the soul?
~Henry David Thoreau