Saturday, January 25, 2020

Steve Taylor - It’s hard to be a human being

It’s hard to be a human being
when you seem to be trapped inside yourself
with the rest of the world out there, on the other side
and you feel insignificant and fragile, like a tiny island
surrounded by a vast, roaring ocean
that’s threatening to submerge you.

It’s hard to be a human being
when you’re forced to share your inner world
with a crazy, whirling thought-machine
that never stops churning and chattering
and makes you fear things that can’t hurt you
and desire things that can’t make you happy.

It’s hard to be a human being
when there are impulses inside you that you don’t understand
and that don’t seem to have an outlet
as if they were meant for someone else, or for another world
and have attached themselves to you by mistake.

It’s hard to be a human being
when the world is so chaotic that you can’t find your right direction
can’t find a life that aligns with your inner purpose
and you feel inauthentic and unfulfilled
like an actor who hates the role he plays.

But the strangest thing is
how easy it is
to step outside this world of discord.

The strangest thing is
that this suffering that seems so dense and deep-rooted
is only superficial, and insubstantial.

The hardship of being human
is the pain of separation –
the incompleteness of a lonely, fragile fragment
who was once part of the whole
and longs for unity again.

Let go of your autonomy, and let your mind fall silent
until you feel yourself reconnecting to the whole.
And then your suffering will begin to ease
like a passing storm, that gives way to stillness.

And then you will sense
the security of belonging, the joy of participating
the lightness of life living through you
the inner strength that wholeness brings.

Then you will remember
how easy human life was meant to be.


Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Taylor Rose Godfrey - Shifting from spiritual consumerism

art(altered) Yongsung Kim 

 "I don’t care how spiritual you are. How long you can melt in the sweat lodge. How many peyote journeys that have blown your mind, or how well you can hold crow pose. Honestly. I don’t. I don’t care what planets fall in what houses on your birth chart, how many crystals you have or how vegan your diet is.

I want to know how human you are. Can you sit at the feet of the dying despite the discomfort? Can you be with your grief, or mine, without trying to advise, fix or maintain it? I want to know that you can show up at the table no matter how shiny, chakra- aligned or complete you are- or not. Can you hold loving space for your beloved in the depths of your own healing without trying to be big?

It doesn’t flatter me how many online healing trainings you have, that you live in the desert or in a log cabin, or that you’ve mastered the art of tantra.

What turns me on is busy hands. Planting roots. That despite how tired you are, you make that phone call, you board that plane, you love your children, you feed your family.

I have no interest in how well you can ascend to 5D, astral travel or have out of body sex. I want to see how beautifully you integrate into ordinary reality with your unique magic, how you find beauty and gratitude in what’s surrounding you, and how present you can be in your relationships.

I want to know that you can show up and do the hard and holy things on this gorgeously messy Earth. I want to see that you can be sincere, grounded and compassionate as equally as you are empowered, fiery and magnetic. I want to know that even during your achievements, you can step back and be humble enough to still be a student.

What’s beautiful and sexy and authentic is how well you can continue to celebrate others no matter how advanced you’ve become. What’s truly flattering is how much you can give despite how full you’ve made yourself. What’s honestly valuable is how fucking better of a human you can be, in a world that is high off of spiritual materialism and jumping the next escape goat for “freedom.”

At the end of the day I don’t care how brave you are. How productive, how popular, how enlightened you are. At the end of the day, I want to know that you were kind. That you were real. I want to know that you can step down from the pedestal from time to time to kiss the earth and let your hair get dirty and your feet get muddy, and join the dance with us all."


-A modern day call to shifting from spiritual consumerism to returning to human kind... heart inspired by Oriah Mountain Dreamer’s, The Invitation."