The Ocean Of Milk

May 2024

You have been an endless procession souls

You can make peace with them all

But first, you must offer something of yourself

Do you still have the cloak of courage

You can bring flowers grown from the lifetime of wounds

Perhaps they'll accept your incense, too

Your sadness and your grief

Perhaps you can find the courage to accept them, as part of you?

If you can reach the stillness

The unchanging point as the pendulum swings

You can drink the silence

Then, maybe then, you can lay trembling

In the nakedness of your humanity

Where your tears will fall into the ocean of milk

Churning, burning, releasing all the pent-up vibrations

An ancient song of sorrow and bliss

Will they hear you?

The ancient ones you seek

Will they bestow on you

Mythical pearls of wisdom?

Will you gorge, feasting fat on them?

Hungry for your precious answers

Or will you listen with your heart?

To fall weightless into the great unknowing

Will you be bathed in the spectral light of eternal nothingness

Will you glimpse the astonishing beauty of your immortal soul?

The shrine you seek is built on the hearts of all who have yet to be born

And the countless passed, who remain among us

Lost in the ascending, descending spiral

You, Oh child of the stars

You who sheds a thousand skins

Who bathes a thousand wounds and still willingly endures more

The light sees your deeds

Of charity and shame

Of tenderness and contempt

Of bravery and cowardice

Your aversion and desire

And judges not

No score card

No guilt or absolution

Only the eternal now

All that was or will be

Can you summon your resolve in this moment?

To step off the precipice

Into the abyss of all you fear

What will it be?

Shrink back into your illusion of safety and routine

Or leap into the great unknowing

Free to fly

Free to fall

Free to soar as light itself

Much Love ❤️

The Cheeki Monkey 🐒