[分享] 按一個讚:Apologies to the Divine Feminine

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XljZf0CVbgY&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3PPNtt-K-0&feature=related

很讚...
給一個讚好了
其餘得不知要說啥
英語很優美好了 XDDDDD

最近還有一篇
Dear Woman... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_uRIMUBnvw&feature=related



I apologize for my inability to distinguish the benevolent warrior from the
heartless warrior, a reflection of my own confusion dealing with the
battlefields of yore. When I opened my heart too wide, I was vulnerable to
attack from warring factions. I was conditioned to believe that I had to stay
rigid, focused, prepared for any eventuality, in the desire to protect myself
and others from attack. But I went too far, and closed too tight, and
eradicated the bridge between our hearts. I am seeing this now and I am
sorry.

I apologize for my perpetual absence, a reflection of my own inner absence,
my inability to connect from a heart jammed tight by unresolved emotions that
I did not have the tools to work through. I still lack many of these tools,
but I am open to their emergence.

I apologize for my inability to distinguish relationship from war. Like a
warrior in enemy territory, I would sneak in and out of your life in the
night, plundering and selfishly taking what I needed, then crawling back to
the other side of the abyss with the spoils. I gave little back for fear that
I would become vulnerable to attack. I had war on the brain and I could not
see the river of love waiting on the other side of the battlefield. I now
recognize that love is the antidote for the armoured warrior, but I could not
drink the antidote in my driven state.

I apologize for not seeing you, my eyes blinded by congealed rage and unshed
tears. If it is any consolation, and I imagine it is not, I could not see
myself either. I saw only that which served my hyper-vigilance, my warrior
focus. My mirror was a battlefield.

I apologize for my ungrounded materialism, my power driven tyrannies, my
obsession with accumulation. Somehow I imagined that accumulation would
protect me and those close to me, but I failed to recognize that it just
perpetuated the madness. I also apologize for my egoic abuses, a reflection
of my own misguided ego, pumped up to deal with an inherently competitive
world. I couldn't distinguish the healthy, confident ego from the cocky,
unhealthy ego. I went much too far in the wrong direction.

I apologize for a sexuality that was objectifying and disconnected from the
heart. I know you longed for real intimacy, a merging of our souls along the
heart-genital highway. But there were too many defences around my heart, and
no bridge could form between our souls. There were moments when your loving
ways freed me from my body masks, but I had no template to stand in that
heart-fire. I am sorry for this, for I know that the path you longed for was
the path to God.

I apologize for my horrifying acts of violence, a reflection of my own
congealed rage, my own inability to distinguish real enemies from friends.
There are no words that can undo what I have done in those moments of
madness. I know this, I do. I would hide my face in shame, but that won't
make things better. I need to own my misdeeds, and then find a way to believe
in my capacity to move from a more loving place. I call out to other male
warriors to be accountable for the actions of our gender, not in a way that
is self-hating, but in a way that is courageously self-honest and genuinely
compassionate. The heartfelt warrior acknowledges the error of his ways, and
has the courage to do all he can to make amends over time.

I apologize for my inability to develop a conscious relationship. You were
right there with your beautiful heart on your sleeve but I was too attached
to my individualism and afraid of this unknown terrain. I know the forests,
the marketplace and the ways of the outer world so well, but my inner
geography is foreign to me. You called me to a place I was ill-prepared to
go, although I sensed, below the surface of my bravado, that you called me
home.

I am grateful for your willingness to believe that who I was in those rare
moments of vulnerability was the real me. You were right- the real me lives
inside of my heart- but a few moments now and then was the most I could
handle. I saw you as dangerous, for in your presence I began to taste a
surrendered way of being. Nonetheless, your faith in my goodness kept me
going through many a battle, and restored my faith in life when I most needed
it. You were the light at the end of a barbaric tunnel, and I am blessed.

I am grateful that you stuck with me through thick and thin, and I also
understand those times you had to give up and let go. I now recognize that
there is meaningful difference between a love-ship and a relationship. Love
alone is not enough. Without a shared willingness to become conscious, there
can only be frustration. I was so often impossible, clinging to my
unconsciousness like a soldier clings to his weapons. I recognize the courage
it took for you to keep your heart open in the presence of my resistance. You
had every right to seek an authentic relationship, as your spirit was ignited
in its presence. Your beautiful heart had every right to be met in its
openness and willingness. I am grateful for the time you gave me, a moments
respite from the hiding places I mistakenly called home.

I am grateful for Grandmother, for no one saw my tenderness more clearly. I
am grateful for Mother, for choosing to bring me into being and for
nourishing my body until I could find my feet. I am grateful for Mother
Earth, for grounding my expansion and enlivening my spirit. I am grateful for
the Divine Mother, the real Mother of us all. I now feel her divine presence,
so close. Fiercely compassionate, she was always right here, breathing life
into me, holding me safe. I sit in her lap as she breathes me.

I look forward to the day when the only thing that ignites relationship is
two souls calling out to one another, two soul-hearts beating in the same
direction, a whisper of longing that bridges one essence to another. I want
to want you not because it gratifies my ego, not because you are outwardly
beautiful, but because your very presence invites my Godself out of hiding. I
want to touch you with my heart on my sleeve, to know chemistry between us
that is not gender identified, but that is essence sourced, loves liquid lava
flowing from the heart to the genitals to the great beyond. In this
love-struck world, relationship will always be experienced as spiritual
practice, a devotional expression of our God-self.

I had always believed that sensitivity is impossible to hold to in a harsh
world. Yet in this moment, I feel sensitive, but without the fragility. I am
still wearing armor but there is a shift in the direction of my intensity. I
can linger in the heart-space a little longer than I once could, I am
softening in places. After so many lifetimes with weapon in hand, a
tenderling warrior is being birthed in the core of my being. He is confused,
but he intuitively knows that this is the way home.

Please don't give up on me or my fellow warriors. Forgive us our misdeeds,
or, at the least, be open to the possibility that we will change as the trail
expands to meet our shifting intentionality. The day will come when our
warrior spirit loses its harsh edge, and comes into alignment with benevolent
action. Some of us are already there, and many more of us will follow. The
road to transformation is dependent on a bridge between genders, a benevolent
bridge that celebrates our differences with respect and kindness. That work
must begin with healing the rifts along the gender continuum, working hard to
heal the collective heart until one day we can stand on a bridge across
forever, hands held together, hearts open and alight, embracing the sacred
masculine and divine feminine living at the heart of us all. I will meet you
there.

May you feel the love of the Divine Mother crashing down on your heartfelt
shores, graciously lifting you up above the madness of the world, nestling
you in the grateful arms of those you have nurtured. Those of us who have
received your blessings may not always acknowledge it, but your acts of love
have landed within us, growing us stronger and infusing us with love's light.
Thank you.






I apologize for my inability to distinguish the benevolent warrior from the
heartless warrior, a reflection of my own confusion dealing with the
battlefields of yore. When I opened my heart too wide, I was vulnerable to
attack from warring factions. I was conditioned to believe that I had to stay
rigid, focused, prepared for any eventuality, in the desire to protect myself
and others from attack. But I went too far, and closed too tight, and
eradicated the bridge between our hearts. I am seeing this now and I am
sorry.

I apologize for my perpetual absence, a reflection of my own inner absence,
my inability to connect from a heart jammed tight by unresolved emotions that
I did not have the tools to work through. I still lack many of these tools,
but I am open to their emergence.

I apologize for my inability to distinguish relationship from war. Like a
warrior in enemy territory, I would sneak in and out of your life in the
night, plundering and selfishly taking what I needed, then crawling back to
the other side of the abyss with the spoils. I gave little back for fear that
I would become vulnerable to attack. I had war on the brain and I could not
see the river of love waiting on the other side of the battlefield. I now
recognize that love is the antidote for the armoured warrior, but I could not
drink the antidote in my driven state.

I apologize for not seeing you, my eyes blinded by congealed rage and unshed
tears. If it is any consolation, and I imagine it is not, I could not see
myself either. I saw only that which served my hyper-vigilance, my warrior
focus. My mirror was a battlefield.

I apologize for my ungrounded materialism, my power driven tyrannies, my
obsession with accumulation. Somehow I imagined that accumulation would
protect me and those close to me, but I failed to recognize that it just
perpetuated the madness. I also apologize for my egoic abuses, a reflection
of my own misguided ego, pumped up to deal with an inherently competitive
world. I couldn't distinguish the healthy, confident ego from the cocky,
unhealthy ego. I went much too far in the wrong direction.

I apologize for a sexuality that was objectifying and disconnected from the
heart. I know you longed for real intimacy, a merging of our souls along the
heart-genital highway. But there were too many defences around my heart, and
no bridge could form between our souls. There were moments when your loving
ways freed me from my body masks, but I had no template to stand in that
heart-fire. I am sorry for this, for I know that the path you longed for was
the path to God.

I apologize for my horrifying acts of violence, a reflection of my own
congealed rage, my own inability to distinguish real enemies from friends.
There are no words that can undo what I have done in those moments of
madness. I know this, I do. I would hide my face in shame, but that won't
make things better. I need to own my misdeeds, and then find a way to believe
in my capacity to move from a more loving place. I call out to other male
warriors to be accountable for the actions of our gender, not in a way that
is self-hating, but in a way that is courageously self-honest and genuinely
compassionate. The heartfelt warrior acknowledges the error of his ways, and
has the courage to do all he can to make amends over time.

I apologize for my inability to develop a conscious relationship. You were
right there with your beautiful heart on your sleeve but I was too attached
to my individualism and afraid of this unknown terrain. I know the forests,
the marketplace and the ways of the outer world so well, but my inner
geography is foreign to me. You called me to a place I was ill-prepared to
go, although I sensed, below the surface of my bravado, that you called me
home.

I am grateful for your willingness to believe that who I was in those rare
moments of vulnerability was the real me. You were right- the real me lives
inside of my heart- but a few moments now and then was the most I could
handle. I saw you as dangerous, for in your presence I began to taste a
surrendered way of being. Nonetheless, your faith in my goodness kept me
going through many a battle, and restored my faith in life when I most needed
it. You were the light at the end of a barbaric tunnel, and I am blessed.

I am grateful that you stuck with me through thick and thin, and I also
understand those times you had to give up and let go. I now recognize that
there is meaningful difference between a love-ship and a relationship. Love
alone is not enough. Without a shared willingness to become conscious, there
can only be frustration. I was so often impossible, clinging to my
unconsciousness like a soldier clings to his weapons. I recognize the courage
it took for you to keep your heart open in the presence of my resistance. You
had every right to seek an authentic relationship, as your spirit was ignited
in its presence. Your beautiful heart had every right to be met in its
openness and willingness. I am grateful for the time you gave me, a moments
respite from the hiding places I mistakenly called home.

I am grateful for Grandmother, for no one saw my tenderness more clearly. I
am grateful for Mother, for choosing to bring me into being and for
nourishing my body until I could find my feet. I am grateful for Mother
Earth, for grounding my expansion and enlivening my spirit. I am grateful for
the Divine Mother, the real Mother of us all. I now feel her divine presence,
so close. Fiercely compassionate, she was always right here, breathing life
into me, holding me safe. I sit in her lap as she breathes me.

I look forward to the day when the only thing that ignites relationship is
two souls calling out to one another, two soul-hearts beating in the same
direction, a whisper of longing that bridges one essence to another. I want
to want you not because it gratifies my ego, not because you are outwardly
beautiful, but because your very presence invites my Godself out of hiding. I
want to touch you with my heart on my sleeve, to know chemistry between us
that is not gender identified, but that is essence sourced, loves liquid lava
flowing from the heart to the genitals to the great beyond. In this
love-struck world, relationship will always be experienced as spiritual
practice, a devotional expression of our God-self.

I had always believed that sensitivity is impossible to hold to in a harsh
world. Yet in this moment, I feel sensitive, but without the fragility. I am
still wearing armor but there is a shift in the direction of my intensity. I
can linger in the heart-space a little longer than I once could, I am
softening in places. After so many lifetimes with weapon in hand, a
tenderling warrior is being birthed in the core of my being. He is confused,
but he intuitively knows that this is the way home.

Please don't give up on me or my fellow warriors. Forgive us our misdeeds,
or, at the least, be open to the possibility that we will change as the trail
expands to meet our shifting intentionality. The day will come when our
warrior spirit loses its harsh edge, and comes into alignment with benevolent
action. Some of us are already there, and many more of us will follow. The
road to transformation is dependent on a bridge between genders, a benevolent
bridge that celebrates our differences with respect and kindness. That work
must begin with healing the rifts along the gender continuum, working hard to
heal the collective heart until one day we can stand on a bridge across
forever, hands held together, hearts open and alight, embracing the sacred
masculine and divine feminine living at the heart of us all. I will meet you
there.

May you feel the love of the Divine Mother crashing down on your heartfelt
shores, graciously lifting you up above the madness of the world, nestling
you in the grateful arms of those you have nurtured. Those of us who have
received your blessings may not always acknowledge it, but your acts of love
have landed within us, growing us stronger and infusing us with love's light.
Thank you.


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