Recently someone asks what it actually means
"to do the work"
Appreciation for candor and demands to simplify abstractions
Yet leaning into it, and making space for what comes up
is indeed the work
When a bird appears outside the window, may we find the ability
to pause.
May we untangle ourselves from the frenetic pace of doing
to observe.
May we allow it to be there in all it's bird-ness
to get curious.
Most especially if it's a crow or a blue jay-
May we examine what is happening
on the walls of our interior world
May we see magic, matching exterior decor
Warning: it may feel yucky...stay with it
Sink deeper still.
May something soar through:
A memory
A realization
A connection
Swimming in liquid metal, insight pools
Permanent welding to this discomfort, not a chance
Marinating does not breed pain
Rather raises it for illumination, new spotlight:
Truth.
Clear seeing, leading to wise understanding
leading to acceptance, leading to release.
May you watch the bird's wings as it flies away-
You've done the work.
Keep going...
