Dear Family, Life is a Paradox

Dear Family,climbing to the cosmos
I am grateful to be here. I am blessed to experience this life.
The human experience is a complex spectrum of emotions and feelings.
I am here as a human. That is what we are taught.
We see each other. The bodies we pretend to be.
All humans are my family and beyond that.
I am a child of my parents, of this island, of this planet, of this system.
I am a child of the stars. I am a child of existence.
The moons are my mothers and the suns are my fathers.
Their sons are my brothers and the tides are my sisters.

Original Photo by Zuzanna Jarmakowska

Original Photo by Zuzanna Jarmakowska

The boundaries of my human body quiver with emotion.
There is a vibration, which permeates my edges and touches the centre of the universe and the centre of my soul.
It is an agonising pleasure to know the feelings.

Air rushes in, to hold my lungs open and as I push it back towards the sky I feel the winds move.

The waters. They course through my veins. Gratefully and steadily pumped through my flesh by the heart, which so pains me.

My flesh, my bones and the rest are the earth and will eventually return to her, grateful for the chance to be in this form, this vehicle which carries this spark, this facet of experience and as it does return, it shall bring with it all it has learnt to be written in the records of being.

This spark is the fire, which drives the engine of my life.
My spirit, this lustrous gem, Manipura.
Look through the window of my soul, and see it burning in the depths.
This is what I see when we meet.

469252_4368417645099_172337565_o At least, I try too but I like the colours in your hair and the way that you hold yourself. I like the trinkets which adorn your ears and hang around your neck, band your fingers and hands. I like the art inked onto your skin, the symbols, the messages and stories they tell.

As words are spells, which transcend their form, carving stories and tracing threads tied to anchors. They mark aspects of a complex depth denoted by buoys bobbing vaguely with the weather on the surface.

So is your form, your external being, something magic.

It is the weather of the cosmos,
Literal explosion of meaning and feeling, which send rippling waves of disturbance through space.

That space, which is the same as that inside of you, that space which, we are.

we are faulted humans

So i write you this letter just to let you know, we are the same.
Faulted humans and flawless infinity and i am grateful for it all.

Yours with love,
All that I am.

all that i am

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