The Way

Dear Reader;

This transmission was received some time ago. So many are presently addressing themes of letting go, detaching, even loss and death, that it seemed a perfect time to share it with you. I created the video on a simple app, a free version, with basic tools.

As a recovering perfectionist, I have a rule that I apply to my creative work. I have to stop polishing it when I notice one final flaw. I have to release it to the world as something not entirely perfect, as an exercise in undoing one of my own forms of attachment; a simple way of letting go.

If you watch closely, you will notice that the captions generator missed two lines of the text. They are beautiful lines, and I have such honour for the transmissions that I very rarely edit even a word. But interestingly, in this case it works without them. I was able to create beauty in a state of imperfection. I was able to die to my need to be perfect, and in spite of myself, something wonderful was born.

If anyone is able to discover the woman who sings this gorgeous song, Marie, (or perhaps Wild Marie) please let me know who she is, as I would like to thank her. The track is in the public domain, but no one seems to have a record of the songwriter, or the vocalist. I have listened to this gorgeous voice sing to her loved one over and over again, my heart full with the idea that music, just a song, can be the perfect eulogy. I did not know Marie, but I know now that she was wonderful.

May these words uplift you in your own process of release and surrender. That which we have held tight, always returns to us in its highest form, when we agree to completely let it go.

THE WAY

There is but one way
the body 
remembering who you are
rises up 
pure and tall 
into alignment
within the cocoon of the soul

There is but one perfect reunion
as all lost pieces of the shattered self
return in Trust 
to the heart 
the human hearth
the mortal home

There is but one low sigh
one ecstatic wail
one raw belly roar
mouth open so wide
the forgotten child
falls inside
when the one way
is revealed

When we dare to drop
hand into glove
fatigue into sleep
male into female
planet into rotation
life into death
soul into rebirth
what we find 
is that there is but one 
Goddess God
present in every temple
in every mosque and synagogue
in every chapel and cathedral
in every rock and forest 
in every river 
seeking the mother sea

And no matter what road
we choose to walk
whatever name we choose to wear
no matter what story spills 
in the cries from our lips
over and over
in the love and the habits
of our fear

We will meet in this one true place
arriving as the awakened amnesiac
suddenly witnessing lifetimes of beauty
where we see every confusion 
as worthy
every pebble underfoot 
as perfect
an integral part of the limp
essential to the beauty
of the necessarily blistered skin

For there is but one leaving
to make possible the return
the way back defined 
by all that has been left behind
scattered
on the side of our chosen road

And it matters not where we think we go
for the moment we stop seeing ourselves
as whatever we thought we were
we become something else
something undone
something unattached
something free

There is but one force
which destroys everything
that was never real
one state of Being
with a thousand eyes
ten thousand tongues
and infinite shades of minds

One Love
One Source 
One spiralling
unknowable
inseparable 
eternal and universal 
state of Creation
the we
the I
the All

For the way is every imaginable 
and unimaginable way
until we see
there is no way needed
at all

much love, Adi