Living Sourced Inside the Storm
Am I lost or am I found…
These days I can’t tell if I’m lost or if I’m found…
Moments of nothingness…
Formlessness…
Surrender…
Feeling lost inside the form…
Most days it’s all too easy to falter…
In the eye of the storm….
So I have a spiritual practice.
I go to the park.
I stand amidst the trees to try and find myself there.
So much more feels whole than broken.
Let those stories melt away…
As the Matrix comes collapsing down around me
I stand amongst the trees…
As a daily practice…
To feel…
To remember…
I am not alone.
The trees gently remind me of things once easy to forget.
The sunlight is always free.
The wind moves softly amongst the leaves.
Thar roots are here…steady and deep.
So much happening inside of the supposed stillness
WOW! This nothingness, that seems to be happening inside of the grande collapse.
I’m grateful.
I ask myself..
Have I found myself amidst the lostness…
or simply lost inside how much there is to be found?
The truth is, I’m always here beyond the form, and my decision to be with it.
One breathe at a time.
If I am honest, I haven’t been willing to be fully in this body and take responsibility for this form that I have received.
And that’s okay too.
I am on a deep path of intimacy with the self.
It’s the greatest work I’ve ever done.
One breathe, one allowing, letting the teardrops fall.
I am building a stronger infrastructure. That is the call.
My internal tree, rooted in strength and possibility.
Letting the old die-off so the new can begin again.
This sounds easy, but it is not.
There is a world out there that is fighting.
I want to run from it too.
Hence the breathing in the trees.
The truth is, I have died a series of deaths in this process.
And I’m getting good at dying.
And soon it will be time to open into a new kind of living…
It’s happening even now.
Who will I be?
Will I be there alone?
What will it take to meet it?
Rome has collapsed and the renaissance is clearly incoming.
I got the memo. I heard that call.
I want to be a part of it…
the next creation.
So I stand amongst the trees daily and listen.
This is me leveling up, inside of the nothingness that has everything
With sweet admission…
I can’t do it alone…
I need others.
So thank you trees for bringing me some God!
Your grace. Your strength. You’re steady in the storm.
I‘m here to let you in.
To be in receptivity.
As my leaves blow slowly in the wind
Reminding me what is available…
And a new question arises…
Is this what it feels like…
to live sourced inside the storm?
♥️ TL
TL Forsberg is a new thought leader and activist. A shadow healer and Alchemist proclaiming fullness and rightness, so others can taste and begin to feel it too.
