Our landscape and emotional architecture protects us from a pain which is greater than any individual wound can carry.
Our landscape is interwoven, over time, with emotions so visceral and raw that even our ancestors from centuries past can hear us crying. And tears have been shed, especially these last few years. Our stories have changed because we have changed. How could we not? We have been reincarnated a thousand times in the bodies in which we live as a consequence of the major shifting and collective trauma that has unfolded before and within us. We have all been touched by it these last few years in some way. Our collective duality has transformed into a single testament to life, a single sacrament towards struggle, a single prayer towards love. And what are we to do with this new found intimacy once we realize we are at the edge of the Divine precipice?
You breathe into it. So deeply and profoundly that all the lives around you depend upon it, not just your own. You breathe loudly until it echoes into the canyons of souls awaiting redemption and understanding. You breathe incessantly until your breath becomes the breath of God.