Day 19: Soul
I tune into my soul. That Deep Red beautiful Rose welling up within my body. She is not my spirit, which is white and flying, like a dove.
I tune into my soul. She who embodies my Truth. She who is here, grounded to the Earth, to this body and came here to experience this life as Me, with all of my faults and shadows. She who came here to experience The Wilderness and The Wisdom of the body. She who is thicker than blood and more ancient than stone.
The soul does not soar like the spirit. Instead she sits and absorbs. She absorbs the stars and then she sinks in, allowing herself to be absorbed. She devours everything she sees and then surrenders to being devoured herself, and then she devours again. She is deep and scary and ecstatic. She waits patiently for her widsom to be realized.
She is not light, spiritual fluff. She is hands in the Earth up to the elbows dirty and sticky and the fragrance of decaying leaves and fertile soil. She is that which plants roots and digs them in deep and wide and pulls us down into ourselves and smiles at the tension when we resist.
That is soul. She doesn't care what others think. She loves us fiercely and holds the truth up for us when we cannot stand to look for ourselves. She sings irrisistable songs calling us back home to ourselves. She never abandons us, even when we abandon ourselves. Yes, that is the soul I am talking about.
That One. I claim her back.
Kundalini Yoga: 35 days
Writing Practice: 19 days.
I am complete.