Soul Reflections - Change

Change, the inevitable becoming, the only constant. Without change, you will decay back into the earth where there will be more use for your existence in its soils or seas. In the quest of life the choice is between connecting to your core, your individuality through the wisdom of your body or the thinking through your self image which is shaped and programmed by external authorities such as your parents, school, society, culture government and so on.

In the latter choice, karma’s cycle will be on rinse repeat, a Deja vu, looping you in the collective insanity seen in the world today. For the silenced mind, it is trivial, yet for the insane mind, the ignorant mind, well, it is an all encompassing fear. A distracted, soulless and empty meaning given to a life that makes it as good as a battery for the puppeteers of society to utilise.

With the former, what causes forward moving change in ourselves and shifting of age old generational paradigms?

It takes a huge amount of suffering, hard work, discipline, physical expression, diligence, psychoanalysis, love, care, nature and her remedies to become the catalysts for that change for attaining inner wisdom. This is the real shadow work, the psychosomatic. Connected to our bodies, without using addictions, we are able to feel what the body wants to feel. Where those trapped in the noisy mind, disengage from the body entirely, neglecting its healthy needs and are unable to find stillness to become the silent witness or observer of their own life.

Change, the ever expanding awareness, the add in adventure. Whether fear or love, whether moon or sun, the dyad comes from the monad. It’s the unfolding revealing from the infinite. Atom to proton, there’s no photon. Reality simmering like the shimmering of a black sunset. Is it the stirring in my heart released? Is it the silent place in my head where I die and am reborn in the garden that was always there? I am, we are, here, now, no other moment, just this.

Before my death, the story I thread into my self fulfilling destiny woven by my own hands. Grief into gold, change is transmutation, deeper into the unknown where its layers peel away to endless possibility. My body is not a mere vessel or prison but a wisdom given by creation to gain in the game. The trees rustle as winds of death descend their leaves, like the shedding of my skin and hair, it nourishes life in their withering. On I go with each breath, grateful, graceful, hopeful, noble.

Change, change, here you are again shaking my branches, like winds of fierce love. Change, do not fear it, wear it, for one does not fear the bloom of a flower. In such beauty lies power. Born again in Aries, there we rise from lamb to ram. Take me where the mermaids sing. Change the inevitable destroyer of the mundane and creator of new life. Change, the ecliptic fate, for those who yearn to rise in noble trait.