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Cracked open in no man s land ( poem )

Like the earthquake on the Mother Earth's body Cracking open in my heart I have no power for any more control No ability left in my cells in my body to stitch this crack with illusory plasters Temporary and plastic

In the name of devotion I free fall in the gap of the crack The journey is dark, lonely and painful As I free-fall I look up at the sky

Its' glowing stars keep me company Reminding me, I’m a child of the universe The wind whispers in my ears secrets long forgotten in the free fall Friendships go Attachments dissolve Deeper, more radical Change s brewing beneath the rumbles of the earth Like a sleeping dragon, it begins to roar with tenacity too hard to ignore

Fear nothing my child The whisper of the universe says

For you are held at all times In the abyss of your soul I play the strings of your inner music Let yourself be played by the hands of god on a harpe Let the melody of your heartache The sobbing of your pain Become the throbbing sound of your new earth drum Calling home all of you All ancestors All brothers and sisters Let the lakes in your eyes water the drenched fig trees in your countryyard For that all you have that s all you are




 
 
 

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My Story

In 2019, my own fire became my medicine. A profound consciousness shift into the I AM initiated a two-year "Dark Night of the Soul." and a treacherous collapse of my Identity.

It wasn't a clinical crisis; it was an answer. It was the absolute dissolution of my own perpetual seeking. Seeking since then left me and i felt Liberated, navigating a spiral journey into the isness of my life, deepening in the dissolution of all separation.

 

Ever since the Journey has deepened, revealed my own Dharma in Life throught the Map-less map of the Ancient Mother Spiral. The journey continued with deeper dissolution experiences, fatigue and burn out unmasking of neurodivergence and motherhood frictions... but continued with ever deepening faith in the Surrender .

I have resisted to bring this active Inquiry to life because as a separate service as  I am very very sober about glorification of Teachers and gurufication.

I do not call myself a Teacher but a mirror. I m here to point you to who you ARE beyond samsara.. but NOT by denying the human pain. 

The , "Honeyed Vessel" in the Ancient Mother Spiral 

There is an intelligence that hums beneath the roles we play. It is older than our names, deeper than our wounds, and more constant than our stories. For a long time, I lived within the maps of "becoming"; the therapist, the mother, the migrant, the seeker. But Life, in its fierce and loving grace, eventually burned those maps away. And in that burning revealed my INNER MAP LESS MAP. My life's dharma and body of work also encompassed in the Ancient Mother Spiral. Self Inquiry was simply the FIRE  i practiced for over 17 years that burnt away all illusions to reveal within me, after the SHIVA consciousness ( I AM) the SHAKTI and primordial energy that lives in my bones and marrow. 

What remained was not a "better version" of myself, but a hollowed-out space. A  Honeyed vessel.

You are SO VAST like the SKY.. 

No more hiding

No more waiting

Enter the Inner vastness of your Deepest Heart and Hold the Globe in your veins

Art by Rashani Réa I have the Deepest Honour to call my Emergent Teacher- Soul Sister from the Depths of Wu Wei. I bow to the Mystery that we ARE 

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