Beauty fills the mystery you preserve.

Rejoice

in a naked existence.

Beauty is radical to sense and reason.

Beauty reveals
itself
from an unspeakable depth.

Undress your expectations.

The ashes of certainty,
inspire beauty
into unspeakable action.

If you are not prepared to fall to your knees
in the presence of something overwhelming,
then you will taste Life only from protection.

The emptiness you repress,
is an instrument of beauty.

Beauty is felt,
before surrendered to.

Certainty cloaks;
Expectation denies;
Description projects.

Beauty speaks into an embodied devotion.

Between emptiness and fullness is a gulf in perception.
Yet, the Soul endeavours to tease our limitation
into new bouts of realisation when we surrender
into a depth and emptiness unknown, only to be
revived by a natural wellspring, divine in origin.

Meet life,
with devotion,
to love what fear upholds.

Only when we have adored All that we possess -
for good or for bad - do we truly know
the profundity that our unconditionality holds.

Unconditionality feeds our heights.

Surrender is the body of our vista.

We are uplifted by a love unrestricted.

Trust reveals wisdom
- held by fear -
: whose whisper,
softens hesitation.

The world cannot contain
what you uniquely possess.

Wisdom is found in the beauty you shelter.

Give love to what society fails to define in you.

Give time to what society cannot stand in you.

Surrender to yourself when the world’s understanding cannot contain you.

Blossom into wings long forgotten.

Love the parts of you,
the world fails to define.

Love the parts of you,
the world tries to confine.

Love the parts of you,
that stretch beyond time.

What you uniquely possess,
is a gift only you may unravel.

Surrender to feelings unknown,
to reclaim gifts known to depths.

Let us pray,
for grace within surrender.

Let us pray,
for renewal in the fire.

Let us pray,
for what is hidden be revealed.

The Self quietly survives beneath the weight of tradition.

The Self dares not unfurl wings to judgements ready.

A collective spell hath born a path most foreign.

Alas! The hour has come when destiny meets expectation…

Again, I fruit from the Tree of Remembrance, to relieve thyself of this Wisdom.

Find presence in the invitation you are.

We are more than we could imagine —
for that, embody non-judgement,
to reconnect with who you are.

You are an invitation.
You are a wellspring.
You are ready to receive.

You are the current of your ocean.
You are radiant.
You are the wings of your skyline.

You are ripe for bursting.
You are free of judgement.
You are abundant beneath certainty.

In presence, we exist beyond description.
Anchored, we step into our ocean.
Now, we are divined from a timeless source.
— Our hearts are alive, and flow to a cadence born from permission.

You are the doorway you yearn to walk through.

Alive to the tune of the present moment.
Naked in the presence I adore.
Liberated in the wellspring of the here and now.
This, the soil I cultivate, wherefrom doth beauty grow.

You are a gift,
awaiting..

..You are ready to unravel

You possess truths unspoken.

Here are some offerings divined from a pause with the paradox of our fertile polarity

Unfurl with softness
into a mountains of expression.

Beyond a seed and it’s blossom,
is the process of transformation:
this is the language of your Truth.

Pour into your emptiness
between the desire to surrender or express,
to rest or act, to resist or invite.

Beyond the need for rest or action is Self.
Beyond resistance or insistence is Being.
Beyond distinctions of separation is Love.

Honour the need to be gentle. Honour the need to be courageous.
Allow yourself to express the seedlings of your introspection.
Allow yourself to express with courage the ocean of your possibility.
Between this polarity, are you central to a fruitful totality.

Be soft, with a willing surrender. Be expressive, with a zeal for change.
Allow yourself to bathe in All that you are. Allow yourself to expand beyond stagnation. Between this polarity, are you complete beyond distinction.

Search for the in-between.
Remembrance at your sacred centre.

Embody the armour of your surrender.
Reach out for your sword of Destiny.
Meet Life with an integrated totality.

Embody the call to surrender.
Embody the call for expression.
Nurture your ocean.
Await the wave of your realisation.

Befriend forgotten songs.
Reclaim lost memories.
Invite a celebrated Self back in.

Embody unconditionally.
Let surrender speak softly.
Soften into a prize awaiting.

Speak beyond description.
Manifest in invitation.
Adore an acceptance restored.

Rejoice free of judgement.
Feel without restriction.
Soar into a skyline recovered.

Dance with wings elated.
Blossom in space created.
Oh, how doth love restore.

Wisdom pours into the abundance of our surrender. Wisdom is forever available in a nakedness adorned. Releasing the promise and weight of pride, we coalesce with the origin of our celestial ocean. Let us then daily honour the eternal birth of our celestial self, when empty of prideful certainty.

Can we sing to the heights that our emptiness delights. Can we express true to the inspiration that we invite in a devotional surrender. Can we supplicate to that which speaks into our heart in ways felt, but yet unknown. This is the call to which our Soul is forever seduced into. This is the bosom to which our Soul finds most homely.

Let us unfurl our celestial wings in the presence of our Unbridled Self. Let us bathe and tease inspiration from the Ocean of which we are. Let us embody the wealth of Wisdom which pours freely into us when naked in the present moment.

We are forever heard in the intimacy of our heart’s surrender. We are forever seen by the grace we exhibit within our storms. We are forever adored beyond the fears which knock upon our doors. We are intimate with, and known by, something greater than our creations. Let us then sing, so that beauty resounds over certainty.

Submit to your beauty.
Allow your beauty to speak beyond description.
Each second is a timeless invitation.

In humility, we see our naked beauty. In surrender, we invite ourselves in. In silence, we speak a timeless language. In devotion to who we are beyond description, do we unfurl.

Sacrificing the confidence of our ignorance paves the way for more than our perception. In this daily invitation, we offer reconciliation to parts of ourselves that are never confined to label or definition. We begin to speak the language of our heart as we permit softness, grace and surrender to be the tongue of our Timeless and Infinite. We are thus full and complete in our spiritual body in the words we use and do not use. We are a complete creative body with the ocean that we are, and the waves in which we express. We live full in the embodiment of All.

The mind is full of judgement it projects onto beauty;
The heart is an empty chalice for beauty to pour into.

In acceptance, I sow the seeds of Possibility.
In presence, I embody the belly that houses All.
Now, I am an empty grail awaiting Life’s fertile offering.

I let my hair down in the presence of All. I relax my shoulders into the depths of storm and sunshine. I release all inhibition when thy heart is revealed in Truth. In this way, I live in relation to something beyond perception: I live embodied in a presence effortlessly filled with wisdom. I am made in the image of Possibility in this softness and grace. Beauty is made effortlessly available to thee in trust and surrender. Beyond the resistance born of perception lies a fertile landscape ripe with fruit to be picked by those whose hearts are heard over their convictions.

Thus, doth Possibility flutter abundantly into the depth of well I embody and adore. Thus, doth river and stream flow into thee, while I am receptive, inviting, and in relationship to everything around. None can speak on this matter, other than thy heart, which speaks directly to the firmament and the stars. No word may define or contain that what I embody, invite, and adore in presence, relationship, and acceptance. No prideful perception may undo what I am gifted in Eternity. No storm or sunshine may determine the flight of thy Possibility. I am a vessel fertile in the image of All.

“I canst let pride intrude on a delicate intimacy I nurture.
I canst let the performance of certainty distract a soaring possibility.
I can but witness all the noise and commotion of ignorance
with a smile born from a heart uncompromising.”

I am ripe and ready for what is freely available to thee
in the virgin and untouched emptiness I adore.

In softness and grace, I embody a synergy with the possibility I behold. I relax into anguish and judgement to reclaim gifts untold. None other than thy fertile acceptance may permit thee into an unquantifiable order.

I dance through each day, each moment, and each invitation; I never deny the opportunity to revive what lies deeply beneath words spoken. Thus, I am alive to possibility. Thus, I am reborn effortlessly from the soil of thy protected and revered unknowing. I bob and weave through declarations of certainty, so as to reclaim what seduction and beauty protect — for dance is forever an invitation, and certainty quells it’s pregnancy.

To dance, one must be light. To be light, one must, in each moment, undress oneself in the presence of certainty and judgement. These loud assertions enjoy nothing more than to squash a noble, subtle and fertile possibility into submission. Thus, in lightness, I am in service to something greater than the weight of knowing. Thus, in nimbleness, I am in service to something grander than the burden of and the anchor into ignorance.

I am a devotee of what is shown. I am a lover of what is revealed. I am a supplicant to inspiration that is born from the synergy with possibility I possess in moments of softness and grace. In this way, I am intimate with what escapes definition and description — and can only be anointed in terms bound up and intimate with Beauty. Thus, each day, each moment, and each invitation is a blossoming romance with no limitation.

There is no door to smash down,
no bridge to cross, no mountain to climb:
only an embodiment and radiance
that seduces beauty into action.

A drop from the ocean I behold, spoke thus..

Naked in the present moment, I am intimate with Possibility. I am seduced by expanse and flight when untouched by certainty, expectation, and judgement. In this relation to what Is, I blossom into a romance born of an emptiness adored.

I take my time to soften into what speaks loudly in certainty. I endeavour to nurture what speaks fervently in judgement. I remain unmoved in the furnace of expectation. I simply listen and adore the temptation of resistance. In this love, I find myself bathed and intimate with a sea of possibility. In this sea and expanse, I build intimacy, instead of walls; presence, instead of action; and acceptance, instead of certainty.

By listening, I give myself entirely to what Is. Creating an intimate now, I release the solutions I ignorantly suggest. Surrendering to an acceptance endured in a heart most willing, I am born anew from The Sea of Possibility.

There is no escape - only denial - of the effortless and everlasting flowering of our Innate and Beloved. We forever possess and are intimate with this eternal invitation and wellspring. We can only ever mask over the devotion, love, and connection we possess for this oceanic possibility. We can only ever resist and mistrust this devotion and wellspring for so long till the dam of our limitations bursts into ecstasy and reunion.

Ah, how doth the wings of a bird yearn to fly; and how doth the heart of a being wish to sing!

We are curiously invited into this wellspring and hope through our rebuttals and denials. It is only when we soften into the bosom of our resistance and refusals that we unfurl what subtly lives within. It is thus in this within that we rediscover what speaks in fire and restlessness on behalf of our Beloved and Intimate. It is thus when we drop our judgements and expectations in the presence of our refusal, unrest, fire, and rebuttals that we digest All that we are, so that we may become All that we can be.

We are only ever a soft touch away, a subtle linger, and a feeling left to rest from reconnecting with our Beloved and Effortless. When we soften into the innocence of our Eternal Babe, we shall know what mastery feels like. When we fall from what judgement and expectation projects, we may rediscover a lightness and simplicity that holds the weight of eternity. Alas, we are called to invite in what our demands fearfully desire; and inspired to drop all that we hold, so that we may be forever filled.

I pour into Life with the wings of liberty and self-expression. I soar into the bosom of the Beloved in the skyline of thy timeless and abundant. I let not judgements, labels, nor coercion under the guise of ‘ambition’ to cloud the skyline of thy Infinite. No! I clear thy body of this weight in a daily effort and invitation to something greater than what I project.

For what is timeless and abundant within is forever virgin, untouched, innocent, and in spring. What expectations, judgements, ambitions, and labels offer in the image of separation and scarcity will forever illude the non-linear, multi-dimensional, and dynamic body whose tongue speaks to both the soil and the stars; and a spirit whose illuminescence shines permanently and unaffected by time.

Daily, I commune with this fertile and eternal body. Daily, I inspire through a tender and supple state. Daily, I am graced and gifted with more than what thy ambitions and expectations aspire. Daily, I am sung into when I permit grace to sing over definition’s dirge. Daily, I fall from the tree of Infinity, where I am eternally regrown from the unconditional soil that supports thee. Daily, I am nurtured by the winds of eternity from a subtle ripple into a roaring wave. Daily, I inspire growth beyond thy wildest dreams.

So what is left other than to live and let go of expectations that declare thyself unworthy of a natural abundance. What time shall I give to an ambition that would have me work night and day to fulfil a prophecy of unworthiness and shame? What seeds from the wasteland of judgement shall I plant into thy Garden when I am eternally called by a timeless expanse? What sacrifices and service shall I offer to labels whose definitions forever inform me — but never know me? In these daily questions, I inch ever closer - but slowly - unto an abundant and timeless height and depth which is forever alive and intimate within.

I am tasked by the fecundity of an eternal inspiration to grow wild and free. Soaring above the weight and dirge of certainty and expectation, I deliver a spectrum of unbridled possibility. I daily challenge the pressure to succumb to shallow depths and meagre heights — for I possess a starlight exuberance and illumination that yearns for treasure and plenty. I am born again when I face intimately and nakedly the forebearers of a decayed wisdom which would love to see thee settle for less. Instead, I am lofty and light as I spread thy wings into the expanse that thy sweet liberation swells and grows in.

Ah! Such sweet symphonies and rejoicings emanate and radiate freely and with elation from the bosom of thy acceptance and grace. I cannot be contained by the dirge of shallow depths when I am naked unto thy heart; I cannot be subverted by the unease of timid heights when I am tender and naked; I cannot be distracted by the decaying wisdom of expectation when I am fresh-faced in the totality of thy authenticity. Alas! The possibility of thy eternal seed radiates willingly in the sublime quality I cultivate and inspire. I canst compare any other fruit than the infinitely and delectably sweet bodies that emerge from a heart permitted to feel everything and courageous enough to embody All.

The seed
of thy purposeful origin
delights
in rhythms of expanse and expression.

I canst travel the skyline
of thy infinite and possible
without a fertile grounding
into that which within
is most subtle, naked, and gentle —
for ecstatic revelations
are born from a quietness
that was permitted to speak.

Maybe within the timidness and meagreness is an intimate quality and invitation into something grand and rhapsodic. Maybe within the belly of tiredness and exhaustion is an ecstasy awaiting permission to explode into heights only the mountains speak of. Maybe what is gentle, quiet, or subtle within is actually a dancing star whose wings are yet untested. These are the waves and wonders I deliciously delight in when alone with the unjudged and permitted fallen self that yearns to speak and be heard.

Maybe words one day will facilitate the meaning of these messages that thy quiet and subtle features daily inspire — but until then, I shall endeavour to delight in the life-affirming essence and melody that they erouse.

“I am both the gentle seed
and the great oak
whose wisdom is enduring and graceful”