“Sirius Rising”

“Sirius Rising”

By James Anthony Curtis

Some heats, burn like no others, searing away all reasoning of the rational mind, leaving us with a purging so deep, that we wander in complete despair. We feel like the ones left behind, with little life or emotion, sitting vaguely apart, observing our chest as it draws the next breath. In each moment our waves ripple out in humanity, even though it might feel unapparent, as we seek some resolution for the ache within us.

So we wait.

We wait for the one coming forth, to reveal as we are ready, those truths to be seen, that we feel so much in our connection with others, as struggle works in its movement to uncover what we have hidden in the deep.

If we weep, we let ourselves weep, realizing the tears are a necessary part of each purification, that innocence may warm to our expanse, swelling the heart, in preparation for the larger space that is coming. And though we may be afraid, we also recognize fear as one of our allies, inviting ourselves openly into the darkness of each desire.

With every twist and turn of our uneasiness, we embrace our larger self, breathing into every knock upon the door, as images are burned away by those very things we grasp at, our former selves slipping from view.

Death is not an end, but a fulfillment of life, soul contracts, even in tragic circumstances.

We are infinite in being, our earth incarnations temporary journeys, and though we may miss the ones that have left before us, grieving hard each loss, with each passing we realize the gifts bestowed upon us, the preciousness of life, its fleeting nature, the love we have come to experience here.

So we feel, allowing ourselves to hold the heart as no one else can, abiding with all that arises for our wellbeing.

We love, collapsing into our humanity, thanking the one that we are, for all that is revealed in us.

And we bless, in every opportunity presented, those coming, going, and that walk with us awhile, amidst all that we feel, knowing that in our larger life, we shall see as love sees, the beauty in all things.

May it be so, so it is.?