Every now and then things feel, we feel, hardened. We stop listening fully. We stop looking with new eyes. We stop breathing our exhales. We stop seeing one another. We stop allowing ourselves to be seen. We stop feeling, living, breathing our aliveness, BEING our aliveness.
We stop the flow, we harden, and we create edges . . . at least that is how it feels.
When we look honestly at what is really happening as we experience ourselves hardening, it is that somewhere along the line we got a little scared, somewhere along the line we thought we knew best, and somewhere along the imaginary line we drew edges and ‘separated’ off.
You know where you are marking edges, forming edges, reinforcing edges . . . You know where there are rules and roles, rigidity and pig-headedness. . . You know where you calcify definitives with “it’s always going to be this way“, “I’ve always been this way” . . . You know where you are biting back at others, and you know where you are not allowing others in to support and love you fully . . . You know full well how it feels when you close off to the flow of your aliveness.
Where there is hardness, there are edges. Where there are edges, there is no flow. And where there is no flow, there is a closing off to the innate connection that IS Life.
Each edge attempts to erect a fence, a fence that neither allows love in, nor allows love to radiate out. Each edge implies a limit, separating and dividing us from something that we can never truly be separated from. And each edge nurtures a sharpness that appears to keep others back, and appears to keep us defended and in.
As we open our seeing of the imagined edges, we see that the same grass spreads evenly and infinitely on both sides of the seeming fence. We see that there is nothing to fear, not really. We SEE that THERE ARE NO EDGES, only the thought of them. And we see that as we drop our edges, others cannot but help in dropping theirs.
Allow the edges that were never real to dissolve, and just as the light with no edge, GO SHINE.