This post is reblogged with gratitude from Pema Deane’s The Vibrant Heart.
Pema’s posts often have an uncanny serendipitous resonance with the unfoldings happening here. I love her deep wideawake expression. It gifts us that rare mix of savage wisdom and heart-full compassion.
Many of us in this extremely challenging and beautiful time of Self-realization go through periods where the experience of having a vital and energetic body is a distant memory. And every attempt to restore wellness eventually comes back to ground zero. We are left in ‘nothing works’ and ‘no control’. Grounded by Love.
This is the time to let all ruminations about fixing go and simply receive the offering of the aches and pains of a broken body. This is the time to see that every ache is like a kiss from the Beloved saying “Not here, love. Not here.” The answer is not here in the body. Not only is the answer not in fixing it, it is nowhere near the body at all.
It is found in the seeing that a well body and a broken body are one in kind, they are both illusion. That a clear, light body has no more value than a body filled with energy that is purging and releasing – they are both imagined into existence.
It is cultivated in the gentle, firm and knowing ‘so what’ and ‘nothing matters’ arising in the face of unwellness.
The body’s welfare is pre-ordained, the script already written. Can we walk through the play holding its hand, letting the newly-shining truth of its unreality and ‘not mattering’ open the heart to great mercy and tenderness for all that is not real. Mercy for the unresolvable issue in our lives, whatever that may be, for how in its unwavering relentlessness it is waking us up out of the heart of misidentification; its tugs on our attention losing their strength through the sheer exhaustion of their known ineffectuality.
We rise up as true Self in the midst of the unfixable. This is its job and this is its grace. The rising up of the internal Real that sheds light on the unreality of all that is temporal.