The Light Was Our Body

BODY ON FIRE

Let us begin with choosing a perspective 
to help us remember who we are 

Once upon a time 
we knew our self to be a fragment of light 
within an infinitely expanding and contracting 
expression of Light 
We knew nothing but this perfection 
and the light was our body 
and our body was the Light 
and in these waves of life 
we felt ourselves to be endless 
and immortal 
and in this way we knew Source 
we knew God 
in whatever way we choose to name 
this utterly comprehensive 
and radiant Love 
Think of it 
as being a part of an exploding star 
which ceaselessly begins, ends, and becomes itself 
over and over and over again 

In this place there was no possibility 
of judgement 
of doubt 
of blame 
of exclusion 
for these qualities only exist in separation 
They were words 
we did not know how to speak 
vibrations 
we did not have the capacity to feel 

And one day we made a choice 
to know something that was Other 
other than exploding light 
other than existential Oneness 
other than seamless expression 
and it was a choice 
and in that choice 
was a great power 
a great willingness 
to know what is true 
by daring to witness 
what is false 

Our means to claim this experience 
was to incarnate into a material realm 
rooted in awareness of separation
of polarity 
of opposites and in-betweens 
Like the King who gives up his throne 
to know the poor 
and the Pauper who seeks the magic 
of claiming his majesty 
we agreed to this dance 
and we were cast out 
into the emptiness of space and time 
released from the All 
we had known 
and we were born 
flesh and bone 
blood and tears 
hunger and excrement 
youth and age 
love and loss 
trust and fear 
In our state of Other 
for the first time we knew abandonment 
separation 
and the sheer cold terror 
of forgetting 
who and what we are 

We even forgot to realize 
the profound courage of such a journey 
of such an immersion 
into all that we are not 
and as babies 
thrust from our mother’s womb 
the air was harsh on our steaming skin 
as we looked for Her 
reached for Her 
for our way back into Her 
and the safety we knew 
before our souls took a body 
and said yes 
we will live a life this way 
and one day 
we will remember Love 

Our mothers 
in their bellies and their breasts 
gave us all they could 
to ease our transition to life 
There were many gifts 
the gift of sight 
the gift of touch 
the gift of hearing 
the gift of movement 
the gift of taste
the gift of emotional sensation 
the gift of knowing and growing 
the gift of the desire to create 

But perhaps the most familiar gift 
the one pure reminder of who we are 
as shards of exploding light 
was the gift of our sexual nature 
the electrical force 
expressed through sensual arousal 
charged vibration 
and above all 
a sharp, sweet sense of union 
reunion 
a coming back together 
from the state of Other 
into the state of One 
One with Self 
One with Source 
and One with another soul 
expressed through another body 
in a common remembering 
of Love 

We called this electrical energy Sex 
because it needed a name 
so strong was its presence 
and yet we named it from our limited consciousness 
as Other 
We named it as a part of separation 
and we failed to see 
that it was not separate from anything 
that it is in everything 
in every breath 
every cell 
every knowing 
which calls us to create 
to mate 
and to birth another Other 
to bring another human experience into form 
through the electrical essence of our own 
and in its vast creative power 
this which we have called sexual power 
we began to fear it
from the day 
we gave it a name 

How could we not fear 
that which reminds us 
over and over 
of the thing we agreed to forget?
When we said goodbye 
to awareness of our Divinity 
To taste it one more time 
to return to the womb of the Mother 
one more time 
became our greatest desire 
And it is the nature of separation 
to fear that for which 
we hunger the most 

The memory of our brilliance 
is the most terrifying truth 
precisely because 
we want it so much 
We want it 
we want it 
with every cell of our being 
we want it 
until we collapse into the horror 
of the possibility that it will be denied 
And if there is one fear 
we are meant to overcome 
one great lesson 
we are meant to allow 
this is it 
We are and always will be 
infinite exploding light 
but we have been given the gift of Choice 
so we may know this truth 
in consciousness 
in awareness 
beyond the raging fear 
that we have been lost into a darkness 
the polarity 
of our sacred home...

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much love, Adi