This text I have come to the heart. ... I hope are abundant warriors
Apologies to the Divine Feminine (a warrior in transition) ~ Jeff Brown
I apologize for my inability to distinguish the benevolent warrior warrior without a heart, a reflection of my own confusion to the debate with the battles of the past . When I opened my heart too, was vulnerable to attack in several ways. He was accustomed to believe that he had to remain rigid, focused, prepared for any eventuality, with the desire to protect myself and others in an attack. But I was far away, locked myself too and eradicate the bridge between our hearts. Now I realize it and repent. I apologize
by my eternal absence, a reflection of my own absence, my inability to connect because I had a heart full of unresolved emotions, not having the tools to work with them. I still have many of these, but I'm willing to use them when they arise.
I apologize for not knowing the difference between a relationship and a war. As a warrior in enemy territory, I came into your life and left her at night, looting and taking what he needed, and then crawled back across the chasm with the loot. I did not give much in return for fear of being vulnerable to attack. War had on the brain and could not see the river of love waiting in other side of the battle. Now I know that love is the antidote to the armed warrior, but could not drink the antidote in the state where I was confused.
I apologize for not having seen it, my eyes were blinded by hidden anger and unshed tears. If this is any consolation, and I guess not, could not see myself. Just see what I fed my oversight, my focus warrior. My mirror was the battlefield.
I apologize for my materialism without connection to the earth, my tyrannical power forward, my obsession with accumulation. Somehow, I imagined that I would protect me accumulate and my loved ones, but fails to recognize that this only perpetuates the madness. Also I apologize for the abuses of my ego, a reflection of my own ego wrong, arrogant, to interact with a world inherently competitive. I could not distinguish the healthy ego, self-confident, ego sick. I went too far in the wrong direction.
I apologize for a sexual disconnected from the heart that made you an object. I know you are seeking true intimacy, a fusion of our souls through the heart-genital way. But there were too many defenses around my heart, without a bridge that connects our souls. There were times your ways of loving me freed from my body masks, but there was a scheme to be in that fire the heart. I feel bad about all this because I know the road that you missed was the way to God.
I apologize for my horrendous acts of violence, a reflection of my own hidden anger, my inability to distinguish between real enemies and friends. Words can not erase what I did in those moments of madness. I know, I know. Hide my head in shame, but that does not make things better. I need my own misdeeds, and then find a way to believe in my ability to act in a more loving. I call on other Warriors men to take responsibility for the actions of its kind, not a way to hate themselves, but in a way that is courageously honest and genuinely compassionate. Sincere the warrior recognizes the mistakes along the way and has the courage to correct them over time.
I apologize for my inability to develop a conscious relationship. You were there with your heart in my hand but I was very attached to my individualism and in fear of the unknown terrain. I know the forests, the market and the ways of the outside world very well, but my internal geography is unknown to us. Called me to a place that was not prepared to enter, but was under the surface my pride, you call me home.
I am grateful for your willingness to believe that who I was really in those moments of vulnerability. You were right, the true self lives within my heart, but only a few moments here and there was all that I could handle. I saw as dangerous, because your presence was starting to taste a way to live life with delivery. However, your faith in my goodness, gave me the strength to keep fighting and saved my faith in life when most needed. You were the light at the end of the tunnel barbaric and I feel blessed.
appreciate that you stayed with me through thick and thin, and I understand the times in which had to give up and let me go. Now I know that there is a difference between a conduit of love and a relationship. Love alone is not enough. Without a shared willingness to grow our consciousness, there can be frustration. I was so unyielding, holding on to my unconscious like a warrior clinging to their guns. I recognize the courage it took you to keep your heart open in the presence of my resistance. You had every reason to seek a genuine relationship, because your mind was illuminated in his presence. Your beautiful heart had every reason to be known in all its magnitude and goodwill. I am grateful for the time you gave me moments of respite from hiding who mistakenly called home.
I thank my grandmother, my affection was no more clearly than she. I thank my mother for choosing life and for me to nourish my body until I could find my feet. I thank Mother Earth, by connecting to your essence in my development and enliven my spirit. I thank the Divine Mother, our true mother. Now I feel a divine presence so close. Fiercely compassionate, she was always here, infusing life into me, keeping me safe. I sit in her lap while she bathes me with his breath.
I'm waiting for the day when the only thing you turn a relationship is two souls calling each other, two souls, hearts beating in the same direction, a whisper of nostalgia to create a bridge between our essences longing. I love you not because gratify my ego, not because you are beautiful, but because your very presence invites my divine being out of hiding. I want to touch my heart in my hand, knowing the chemistry between us and that is not identified with the genre, but that comes from our essence, loving this liquid lava flowing from the heart to the genitals to infinity. In this world touched by love, a relationship always live as a spiritual practice as an expression of devotion to our divine essence.
always believed that maintaining the sensitivity in a harsh world was impossible. However, at this point, I'm sensitive but not fragile. I still wear the shell but has been a change in the direction of my intensity. Now I can stay in the heart space a bit more than before, I'm softening in certain places. After so many lives with weapons in hand, a gentle warrior is born in the depths of me. He is confused, but know intuitively that this is the way home.
Please do not give up on me or my fellow warriors. Forgive us our faults or even be open to the possibility of change while the road is expanded to find our intention changing. The day will come when our warrior spirit loses its shell and into alignment with the action of goodwill. Some of us are already there, and many more will follow. The road to transformation is dependent on a bridge between the genders, a benevolent bridge to hold our differences with respect and kindness. This work must begin with the healing of rifts between our genders, working hard to heal the collective heart until one day we can cross this bridge forever, taking us by the hand, with open hearts and humble embracing the sacred masculine and feminine divine in the heart of every one of us. I'll meet you there.
I hope you feel the love of the Divine Mother coming to the shores of your heart, getting up above the madness of this world, placing you in the grateful arms of those who have fed. Those who have received your blessings we have not always been recognized, but your acts of love have landed within us, making us grow stronger and filled with love light.
by my eternal absence, a reflection of my own absence, my inability to connect because I had a heart full of unresolved emotions, not having the tools to work with them. I still have many of these, but I'm willing to use them when they arise.
I apologize for not knowing the difference between a relationship and a war. As a warrior in enemy territory, I came into your life and left her at night, looting and taking what he needed, and then crawled back across the chasm with the loot. I did not give much in return for fear of being vulnerable to attack. War had on the brain and could not see the river of love waiting in other side of the battle. Now I know that love is the antidote to the armed warrior, but could not drink the antidote in the state where I was confused.
I apologize for not having seen it, my eyes were blinded by hidden anger and unshed tears. If this is any consolation, and I guess not, could not see myself. Just see what I fed my oversight, my focus warrior. My mirror was the battlefield.
I apologize for my materialism without connection to the earth, my tyrannical power forward, my obsession with accumulation. Somehow, I imagined that I would protect me accumulate and my loved ones, but fails to recognize that this only perpetuates the madness. Also I apologize for the abuses of my ego, a reflection of my own ego wrong, arrogant, to interact with a world inherently competitive. I could not distinguish the healthy ego, self-confident, ego sick. I went too far in the wrong direction.
I apologize for a sexual disconnected from the heart that made you an object. I know you are seeking true intimacy, a fusion of our souls through the heart-genital way. But there were too many defenses around my heart, without a bridge that connects our souls. There were times your ways of loving me freed from my body masks, but there was a scheme to be in that fire the heart. I feel bad about all this because I know the road that you missed was the way to God.
I apologize for my horrendous acts of violence, a reflection of my own hidden anger, my inability to distinguish between real enemies and friends. Words can not erase what I did in those moments of madness. I know, I know. Hide my head in shame, but that does not make things better. I need my own misdeeds, and then find a way to believe in my ability to act in a more loving. I call on other Warriors men to take responsibility for the actions of its kind, not a way to hate themselves, but in a way that is courageously honest and genuinely compassionate. Sincere the warrior recognizes the mistakes along the way and has the courage to correct them over time.
I apologize for my inability to develop a conscious relationship. You were there with your heart in my hand but I was very attached to my individualism and in fear of the unknown terrain. I know the forests, the market and the ways of the outside world very well, but my internal geography is unknown to us. Called me to a place that was not prepared to enter, but was under the surface my pride, you call me home.
I am grateful for your willingness to believe that who I was really in those moments of vulnerability. You were right, the true self lives within my heart, but only a few moments here and there was all that I could handle. I saw as dangerous, because your presence was starting to taste a way to live life with delivery. However, your faith in my goodness, gave me the strength to keep fighting and saved my faith in life when most needed. You were the light at the end of the tunnel barbaric and I feel blessed.
appreciate that you stayed with me through thick and thin, and I understand the times in which had to give up and let me go. Now I know that there is a difference between a conduit of love and a relationship. Love alone is not enough. Without a shared willingness to grow our consciousness, there can be frustration. I was so unyielding, holding on to my unconscious like a warrior clinging to their guns. I recognize the courage it took you to keep your heart open in the presence of my resistance. You had every reason to seek a genuine relationship, because your mind was illuminated in his presence. Your beautiful heart had every reason to be known in all its magnitude and goodwill. I am grateful for the time you gave me moments of respite from hiding who mistakenly called home.
I thank my grandmother, my affection was no more clearly than she. I thank my mother for choosing life and for me to nourish my body until I could find my feet. I thank Mother Earth, by connecting to your essence in my development and enliven my spirit. I thank the Divine Mother, our true mother. Now I feel a divine presence so close. Fiercely compassionate, she was always here, infusing life into me, keeping me safe. I sit in her lap while she bathes me with his breath.
I'm waiting for the day when the only thing you turn a relationship is two souls calling each other, two souls, hearts beating in the same direction, a whisper of nostalgia to create a bridge between our essences longing. I love you not because gratify my ego, not because you are beautiful, but because your very presence invites my divine being out of hiding. I want to touch my heart in my hand, knowing the chemistry between us and that is not identified with the genre, but that comes from our essence, loving this liquid lava flowing from the heart to the genitals to infinity. In this world touched by love, a relationship always live as a spiritual practice as an expression of devotion to our divine essence.
always believed that maintaining the sensitivity in a harsh world was impossible. However, at this point, I'm sensitive but not fragile. I still wear the shell but has been a change in the direction of my intensity. Now I can stay in the heart space a bit more than before, I'm softening in certain places. After so many lives with weapons in hand, a gentle warrior is born in the depths of me. He is confused, but know intuitively that this is the way home.
Please do not give up on me or my fellow warriors. Forgive us our faults or even be open to the possibility of change while the road is expanded to find our intention changing. The day will come when our warrior spirit loses its shell and into alignment with the action of goodwill. Some of us are already there, and many more will follow. The road to transformation is dependent on a bridge between the genders, a benevolent bridge to hold our differences with respect and kindness. This work must begin with the healing of rifts between our genders, working hard to heal the collective heart until one day we can cross this bridge forever, taking us by the hand, with open hearts and humble embracing the sacred masculine and feminine divine in the heart of every one of us. I'll meet you there.
I hope you feel the love of the Divine Mother coming to the shores of your heart, getting up above the madness of this world, placing you in the grateful arms of those who have fed. Those who have received your blessings we have not always been recognized, but your acts of love have landed within us, making us grow stronger and filled with love light.
Selene and Endymion JF Watts
© Jeff Brown, 2010 ( www.soulshaping.com )
English translation by Marjory Mejia ( http://marjorymejia.com )
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