Contrast. Polarity & Disillusionment. Hey! Someone stole my unicorn!

Contrast. Polarity & Disillusionment.
Hey! Someone stole my unicorn!
Let’s face it. We are human…
Our cosmology is woven together by strands of light and dark, nothing and something, black and white.
It is idyllic to believe that at a certain point we may magically manifest ourselves into a magic kingdom where our challenges are forgotten and nothing but fields of gold await us.
Is it possible? Yes!
Have I, the author, personally stumbled upon such magic field? You best believe it!
Well then why, you ask, do I find myself sitting here today writing this article rather than enjoying it’s splendor?
Because Here and Now is happening.
Life is happening.
I desire to grow, to expand, to challenge myself and connect intimately with others. I choose to dive into my dusty corners and discover what treasures are hidden.
I see that relationship of any kind holds inevitable polarities and contrast.
When you look into a mirror and move your right hand, you will see the movement reflected on the left side of the mirror.
This includes the relationship to self.
Contrast expands consciousness.
Polarity activates growth.
And disillusionment.. brings it all home,
If as above so below, I believe is below where disillusionment resides.
It takes courage to go there.
To take the dream and dissolve its structure,
to question, blame, doubt all that you are.
I say, good work!
I have found that when I surrender to that space and become present with myself in those spaces I inevitably navigate to a space of profound clarity and connection to purpose and my vision, inaccessible to such a degree before.
Your destiny will meet you. There’s no losing it, or taking the wrong path. You can never get this wrong!
I feel like its time we take a deep breath and ease up on trying to run the race to endless bliss. This is your field of gold, kingdom of heaven, and new day!  A full spectrum of emotions, experiences and creations.  We did it! We are doing it! And it is here!
A miracle is a shift from Fear to Love. I am writing this as a call to not fear the shadow, rather love it, watch it and embrace it as you go there. To love its twists and turns and discomfort and sorrows all the same as the joy and the bliss.
‘Be the change you wish to see’… we all know the quote.
It is in these darkest days where our mettle is truly tested and the greatest work done. We have a responsibility of bringing actionable, measurable, grounded results to this earth. And it happens here, right now, in the dark, in the uncomfortable, in the questioning and the refining.
I feel we are all well deserving of a round of applause. To ourselves and our brothers and sisters. Massive action is taking place all around the globe. Because of you, of me, our fearlessness, our capability and our timing.
I ask for gentleness and ease in our transformations, and swiftness as we cultivate the miracles for ourselves, our communities and our worlds. That as we integrate the contrast, polarities and flourish out of any disillusionment we find support of the highest immediately.

Enjoy the ride.
Emily

Sweet Sacred Nectar

The sweet sacred nectar
of the Gods
Seductive
Your eyes may water
Your eyes may water
Your eyes may water
The Sweet sacred nectar
this sweet life
all repetitions abounding in their form
reflections- yes perceptions
the full spectrum
each dream in opening
a budding
and your eyes may water
Your eyes may water
your eyes may water
and each tear is pure
of the sheer beauty
of the word
that one word
in the beginning was the word
this is my word
and the word carries me
to the next steps
the plane upon which to allow my foot next to land
and where to lift my arm
to pluck the next fruit
the source of this nectar 
I’ll throw this voice out to the void
and follow where direction 
compels 

The miracle of this flesh 
This sweet sacred nectar  
Your eyes may water
The miracle of this flesh
is holding consciousness in shape
the miracle that is the fruit
I reach towards
This sweet sacred nectar
drawn from a well
that spirals to the end of my curls
and down to my toes.
This sweet sacred nectar
your eyes may water

To realize to be loved
and to have loved
and to BE love 
is to pluck the fruit
Of The Sweet Sacred Nectar.

Warrior

To be a Warrior…
Is to foster and nurture the greatness in us all.
To allow energy- any energy,
to move freely through.
Without judgment or identity- placed.
Only in neutrality.
A warrior’s heart knows only purpose,
service, devotion to the vision, imagined
and conducted by a force that at times may seem so fleeting…
It too, unnamed, as the thoughts, the emotions
that flutter through.
The purposed warrior- in his service-
allows room for breadth,
a great magnitude of greatness
to be reflected within and without.
It is from neutrality of holding the space.
The space of direction-
passionate action,
which all can be encompassed within, fearlessly.
Stepping grandly, smartly, each stride covering immeasurable ground.
This warrior resists nothing
as all that is, can be, and will become
adds fuel to the fire.
The consuming flame
which pulses him
quickly, and sometimes- slowly
forward.
Continuing in the movement
and by his freedom.
By his ease and scope of ability
he shows others the path.
Stepping stones in quicksand,
for those who choose to see,
those who choose to hear.
And his heart is what carries him.
His heart is what beats the drum
of the knowing, of the purpose.
And he is eagle. He is freedom.
Positioned. Naked. At the frontlines of a battle
that softens as his eyes fall upon the truth.
The truth that seats him, steadily, unbiased
and unafraid.
The truth of his humanness-
of the immortality of Legend
and the fleetingness of Flesh.

Steady Walkin

Rather unflappable
More than unshakeable
Speak to the easy in me
Down this one way street
And talk with the pebbles
On a cobblestone path
Count them as I move along
1,2,3,4
I smile at the lamppost
Filling the ditches
With a soft glowing light
The wind is harsh
It moves the night

Greatful for the momentum
As she carries
Leaves
She winds her way
Through me
Inside me
Pushing me to somewhere
On this road to no where
It’s a lonely walk
No one to talk
To aside from the man on the corner
With a sign
That beckons abundance
But his feet take him no where
His voice, silent
Such sad eyes
And I wonder if he
Converses with the
Cobblestones
Or the lamplight
Filtering through
The trenches

He glances in my direction
and I catch the corner of his sad eye
He compliments my beauty
and I wonder is it just alchemy?
An exchange given meaning only by the tone
A dollar here, a dollar there
to get to where?
I only have a 20
and I walk by with a sigh.
Is it right?
Is it wrong?
To deny..

I walk on
Cocooned in my mind
alone with my thoughts
count them as I move along
1,2,3,4
My gaze returns to my footsteps
continuing this journey
to the somewhere
that is nowehere
maybe eternity.
maybe infinity
Or maybe just to BE
ME

Polish The Stone

Polish the stone,
Polish the stone…
Polish the stone.
Diamonds bought by change
Alone.
Time that wears and weaves,
Hands adept
Masterful in their skill.

A sculpture-
Bejeweled. And she sparkles blindingly
Nothing other than a decree
To transform
To transcend
Obstacles

Awakening to the Dream

Awakening to the dream
Any Dream
To which you Will.
Never been more grateful to be alive.
Funny, what happens when shapes collide.

Surreal?
Indeed
this lucid dream.
Potential exists
for full capacity
to expand my life
expand my heart
to encompass
this love I have found.
Keep me centered-
my feet on the ground.