avoiding looking into the Face of God to try to avoid the breaking apart only brings a deep sorrow

Indestructible Bindu 

union of red and white seed essences eternally wed 

confers freedom from the blaming and shaming 

of masculine and feminine for each other

the suffering has a momentum 

those habits of thinking doing being consuming rejecting

we make new habits, but they are conscious 

new awakened patterns that are not habits 

naked in your devotion, in the garden…

sing softly, move gracefully…

learning how to bear it or let it break you

scatter and pour of the empowerments… 

scattering obscuration, pouring potential wisdom 

into body mind and heart

gifts of the Magi…

we share this prayer, we share this moment of silence…

silky black wings fluttering over pink buds on green stalks 

and now striped buzzing winged one intervenes

I keep opening myself to my love and longing 

for fat pink roses warmed by the sun, and there is grief… 

I step into the morning sun, warm upon my face, brisk chill in the air… 

I offer, I offer to the rawness of this moment, cool and warm at once… 

my buffalo brothers and sisters trample me into dust 

the brittleness of the suffering structures…let it be done… 

let the pureness of the longing and desire resurrect