THE WORDLESS REALMS

Where do we enter when we fall silent?

Which is it, that speaks the language of the wordless realms? Where all stories end, and only space emerges.

Where we emerge, as the same wide open space we sense, and hear, and feel...

And the knowing, THIS is where I belong.

Is anything calling for you here?

A heavy heart?

An ancient story, that's been told too many times?

Accustomed to the costume.

Something to taint this world and life a tad greyer than it is.

The realm of peace.

Put a veil on, and a lid and a smile perhaps.

Or perhaps not.

Perhaps contract a little.

To not show how beautyful we are.

What power, and that stunning light.

Because God forbid they shine.

It was never God that did forbid though.

Anything!

But the fear to not fit, did.

Understandably, because really, we never did, fit.

No-one ever did.

Not into the concepts, the ideas, the costumes, or names, the big disguise.

Even our bodies, however grand they are, and oh my God they are… grand!

Even they are tiny in comparison.

Nothing can contain us.

What are we here?

If not container to the incredible unfolding of us?

The ever expanding movement that initiated aeons ago pulsing through us. That we get to glimpse at throughout the span of our short lifetimes.

We always grow bigger!

Our beautyful bodies at the gateway of our being, center to express and sense it all.

We stretch ourselves to bridge the biggest of paradoxes, and all kinds of contradictory sensations.

All directions at once, sometimes.

Sometimes just one, sooo strikingly clear.

No, we are rarely afraid of being small.

It's the recognition of the grand shoes we are wearing, that renders us wary at times.

Because of them, we know how big we are in essence.

This is where we are more likely to faint and freeze, make ourselves a little smaller. Contract, and block, and hold back a little.

Taking on a costume that was forever too tight.

And life only knows, it will strip us of this one too.