citizen of ecstasies
Pouring through — ancient salve!
Nectar of my heart again flowing.
We never understood the depth of our crisis. This era birthing through our hearts this very moment — whose threshold we find ourselves on — sings arrival of a healing for the Human Heart we’d not dared to invest with hope.
We’d come to think recycling the misery was the only loyal and true way to be. That suffering equaled devotion.
That ecstasy was betrayal.
(How else to explain this interminable era of terror and grief?)
But we came also to wake up from that confusion.
Past tense bleeds into the heart of this moment and melts. It all melts in love. Every tiniest sip of bitterness received as high medicine, and returned to the River in joy.
We are here.
We have come home ❤️