There is a loud crash and I see trees are falling into the crevice below. I see their roots are they topple down. As I look around for the cause I realize that I am a tree that is growing larger and as I grow I am pushing other trees off the cliff. As more trees fall, I get closer and closer to the edge and I am in danger of toppling in to the darkness below.
I awake.
There is the archetypical image of the clown, a the holy fool, or the idiot, that dances on this edge. This person has the beginner mind and is ready for a journey, a change, and to fall if necessary. There exist the danger of falling, of failure, but with each failure, there exist the chance for redemption and rebirth.
I have spent too much of my time living in the safety of the dark forrest.
My whole life, I have fought for independence. I made on my own, denying and rejecting help. To my friends and family that you have stayed with me, you are truly generous for putting up with me in spite of the asshole I am and was.
And now, I realize that I was hiding from the rest of the forrest by growing into tree as I pushed other trees out of my way.
But now, I am at the edge, ready to leap.
It is an exciting time to making a move. It is also, a scary time because I need to leave the comfort of the forrest that has hidden me for so long and expose myself with all my faults to universe.
I am jumping off the edge and risking failure. I know that I can no longer make it all alone in this world. The support of the tribe is necessary in every way to how this story will turn out. The love and support, I give and receive, no matter how small it seems, will feed this and keep us going. As our ego accepts its death then our evolution to communal beings can be realized. Instead of being one tree, I hope to grow with the new forrest of that is interconnected.
So it is now time for me to step up and learn become interdependent with the community around me. To open and receive all this life has to offer. No more hiding.
There is a big rock that I climb up on with at least ten others. On this rock we are all one, teachers and students with our different perspectives, beliefs and visions. As we learn from each other our burdens are lighten, our mistaken beliefs discarded and our love expanded. We begin to dream and the rock rises into the air like some spaceship hovering over the earth. United together in vision, we can truly move mountains.
I awake with renewed hope.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
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