Innocence, Light, Wounds & Wonder

And a shout out to another stacker

This is a beautiful piece from Nicole/AKA Sadbh (You can read the whole piece here):

“Shine like a star”, we say. Which star though, I ask myself? We call celebrities stars, but do they really shine brighter? Or does the spotlight simply let them shine so that someone who walks by can’t look away. Does the spotlight not reduce their light, take away from their brilliance and their soft, ancient wisdom that they carry inside their souls? Does it highlight their true essence? Don’t we get blinded by the bright reflection, not being able to see neither human nor the soul as the rays are backfiring onto our deepest wounds of not enoughness? 

We don’t need to look outside of us to find the light. We are the light. Sometimes, we are trapped. The deep tunnel of shame and old wounds enclose us. If we follow the light, we’ll find a way out.

~

Sadhbh Adamea

aka Nicole

The Flower and The Sun

Can you be the flower and the sun of your own light?

Receiving from that which is your true right?

Your sovereign innocence

The dance

I dare

You

To dance it with flare

Solar flare

Beyond a care

Yet with compassion

For the parts of us that do

Compare

That do or don’t want others to stare

Can you be the water droplets of delight

Quenching thirst of all that is parched

All of the way to your own roots

Let go of giving two hoots

About what others think

Unless it is You soul causing you to pause on the brink

So that you words or actions will not cause another to sink

Connected to everything

Yet sovereign in your being

As an expression divine and precious of the One Seeing

Seeing/been seen

As you

See

And the light is reflecting back to your own eyes

To behold

God in all?

Can you untie the knots of believing you are unworthy to be made of pure light

Told to you in realms distorted

By this or that paradigm of littleness and fright

Worthy as a strong mountain

Innocent as dewdrop on flower

Kissed by sun’s pure light

The darkness of soil

The Mother Space

Of innocence itself

Sparking, gestating

The miracle

Unseen birthing

Cresting the birth into the light

Holding all that is born and unborn

The Source/source of all that comes to light

The zero and the one

Are closest

To one another

I noticed when we were playing cards

Yet within the one

Sometimes we find within ourselves

Sharp shards

Old beliefs that cling

Even when we know they are ones

That we would like to place with the discards

In the light that dissolves all back into

Mother

Nothing

All

Infinite

Innocence

Feel it all

Allow the love

That permeates the all

To gently rock, tend and when ready, release

All that was so that

You can feel it all

That which is now

Occurring as an arising

to be held

Beheld

feel it all

The soil in your hands

wisp of flower brushing your cheek

Beyond the ideas on which we geek

Beyond the need to sort and seek

To define what is dumb

And what we can or should even speak

To be everything is to be nothing

To be nothing is to hold everything

From the love that infuses it all

We can hold it all

The very small

The places still crying

The ones that wanted it to be different

The ones that felt too different

The ones that wanted to be seen or invisible

That wished the world were less divisible

From the space of nothing

The nothing is filled with love

The light of love

Births the stars

The stars and tears of heaven

Become the water and the soil

The light that shines

So flowers can grow

Into blossoms upon this earth

Here for a little while

Bloom without holding back

The infinite light bursting from

Your soul into form

To birth a sovereign paradigm of peace

By Alicia Kwon