Pieces Rising

I’m grateful for the breath in this body. To experience this body, to move in this body. To taste, to see, to explore. To express. To share my joy. To feel this body alive. It’s quaking, It’s quickening.

The phoenix will rise. Osiris will rise. Lazarus will rise.
Jesus Christ rises.
Sleeping Beauty awakens.
The dead resurrected. Rebirth.

The story of Osiris  and Isis.
We have been cut into many pieces—trauma, fragmentation.
Brother Sun. Set.
Set. The sun is gone. 

 Horus, connected to the horizon.
The sun rises on the horizon after the sun sets.
Bring all the pieces together.
Go through the birth canal. Rebirth.

Creating power. Seeing our broken, fragmented pieces rising and shining, free from attachments.

Freedom doesn’t mean no responsibility.
It means laughing at ourselves—a big play.
The cosmos. The cosmos has jokes.
Cosmological jokes.
Recognize its humor.
Darkness, thick as it is, brings light.
Honor each state.

Freedom revels in the fullness of being.
Rumi: Live where you fear to live.
Leave behind the old beliefs.
Free to live.