Transcendence is nothing without immanence. We have not been abandoned even in our sense of abandonment. Enlightenment is nothing if it is not warm and wild and sticky and gooey and human too. Awareness is nothing if it is not radically in love with this gorgeous physical form. Nonduality is nothing if it is not a tantric love affair with the mess of duality.
Holding the world, lightly, blessing it.
There is no divine love without human love.
I sense that the old spirituality is crumbling, the sad patriarchal spirituality that suppressed the feminine, shamed the body and its sensitivity and its sexuality and its deep feeling. Something new is emerging. Or rather, some timeless truth is being rediscovered now. We are perfectly divine in our imperfect humanity.
Enlightenment does not eradicate our weirdness, our humour, our vulnerability, it only makes it all so fucking holy.
Let the shaming of our human longings, needs, physicality and sensuality end! Let spirituality be nothing less than a celebration of the wholeness in our utter brokenness. Let us play with the paradoxes! Let our fragility be our power!
Let the dogmas collapse under their own weight. Let the moment be the teacher. Let the guru be the birdsong, the morning traffic, the touch of a friend, the tingling in the belly. The dawn and the sunrise. The ocean and the light.
Let the holy books dissolve into a fresh new moment. Let us bow to the ordinary, prostrate ourselves before it.
There are no experts, here in the heart.
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