This Story
My Darling, what you feel as fear is so many things.
Mostly. It is love.
(For yourself or for another which is the same deep down)
You might feel fearful to fly (practically or metaphorically)
Because maybe you think are first a creature of the land and you know that
you might soar, but then you will come back down
And that seems bittersweet to think about if you are excited to fly
Likewise, it is fearful to die
Because as a living creature you know love, and love is a crown of whatever you like best at its best...flowers, precious gems, trucker caps
Lying down, you take off your crown
And that is bittersweet to think about if you are excited to wear your crown
Feel deeper now
Underneath the story you are holding in your mind
The one that feels like flying or dying
Or the experience you are having that is somewhere in between
Feel the air and the love and the light
The ground and the quiet and the dark (the fear?)
They are both home to us
For we ourselves are light
And dark
Normally we think of the light being on top and the dark being on the bottom and this is the least of the judgments and comparisons we make about ourselves
Continuing the dualism thread now,
We think the handling the light is natural and takes no effort or skill - yet we can blind people with it
We think the dark must be controlled and conditioned - forgetting how it soothes and awakens in a way the light envies
What a delight to know you in all of these moments
To have these experiences with you
To behold your wholeness and all of its parts
