a guided meditation to point us back to our true nature, through the use of the symbol of our hearts and the innate wisdom of our bodies. IF you want to be part of this inquiry group you can email me at maria.kefalogianni@gmail.com ; all donations go to a charity. If you feel called in your heart, you can see my work here :https://www.presencecenteredpsychotherapy.com

A spoken poem from my upcoming poetry book 📕 Spoken by Maria Kefalogianni Words by Maria Kefalogianni (Copyright) October 2024 more on my work and upcoming poetry Heart led gathering below www.presencecenteredpsychotherapy.com/ The phrase was inspired by Lucy Grace and her gorgeous heart !

The way to cultivate the world of our longing is moving through our egoic shadow tendencies BY alchemising the dark into light .💡 Recognising it IS light. This is the embodied path to awakening not only on transcendental ways (I am awareness ) but fleshing this light out and through our own veins My poem Crack & Crown Everything around us feels like a schism— a collective crack into the oblivion of our true nature. The old mask collapses beneath our feet; the lies and deceptions may still claw their way into solidity, but the gap is too wide now for untruth. The New Eyes of the Great Mother have now seen through us all. As missiles of forgetting tear through our skies, as fires burn alive the innocence of children, mothers with swollen breasts longing for babies to suckle the milk that once fed us all— Let us remember: our deepest love wears the cloth of grief. Our deepest longing is dressed always as fear— the trembling faith that seeks to sprout from the cracks of our deepest heart. Let us remember: for gnosis to emerge, all knowing must burn to ashes. Let your tears water the dried figyards of your body. Let your holy weeping wet the soil of your soul— and watch the blossoming move through the tendrils of your ancient armor. Let us hold vigil. Let us pray. I beg you: break open. Break through the rubble of ancient knowings and enter the Eden of your inner hearth. The only place we’re called to dwell is that of total unravelling— that of utter undoing. But know: in your breaking, you’ll be made. In your falling, you’ll rise. In your ashes, you’ll taste the honey-nectar you’ve always longed for. In this collapse, do not fall back into fear— fall to your knees instead. There is no golden raft to save you. There’s no golden secret to discover. You are the very place you depart, to find you. You are, the golden thread you already hold— the kintsugi of humanity. We will get through this— by song, poetry, music, art— SHE is crowning our new baby: the dwelling in the mystery of Being, somewhere between heaven and earth. In the very center of your chest lies the sweetest unfolding: our world’s deepest longing. Let us rise together— so we make space for our grandchildren’s laughter. Words Maria Kefalogianni 14/6/2025 Author of : Honey and Ash: Mothers’ Alchemy of Burn and Bloom Find jt here https://www.amazon.co.uk/Honey-Ash-Mothers-Alchemy-Bloom/dp/B0FD8S2QBB/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?fbclid=IwQ0xDSwK80KNleHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHmrF5cYFfFliQjU0GPQOe2lCyHUxzZJf5bt1csi7w-ujd-8HDcIy1XwXMULp_aem_l8rEbqYcoo4LLyI6D4_QgQ And here Kindle version (LIMITED low price ) https://www.amazon.co.uk/Honey-Ash-Mothers-Alchemy-Bloom-ebook/dp/B0FD1DZ6NJ/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0