Meditation on Mudita

  

(Thai, cultivating love, with Hanz Zimmer in the background, drawing the map of having found you and half lot, in front of the open window - ursa major, cassiopeia off-duty, the rain invades the floor). I am in the center of my chest the warm light, the red-hot star shoots two beams of light, first from the chest, left ventricle of the heart, expels - because it is liquid - a hot gush from it, blood throbbing the color of red-hot earth, (The roots, mine and yours- If I loved you in another life and love you in this one, we are of the same caste, vineyard of light. bonfire, nest, broom, fig tree, fruit, foam, nomad) Another beam spouting liquid light, trickle of water we are and we carry nuggets the color of gold, but red-hot, veins and arteries of my chest (hands embrace the king star close to the heart) and that beam shoots and you have the synapses of the head connecting at the feet of the sky and your feet, ancestral roots transport and inject a force to the center of the planet, our feet are tree trunks, in an eternal ballet of ignorance and perfect wonder, You are in sync with all parts of yourself and recognising that vital functions can be superficial, dig deeper, the light of the world, the water of the womb dare to the exercise of energy transmutation - and with inhale and exhale, not coming, not going, you feel your feet connected with the core of the Earth, your balance. Tune in to see the pages of time burn and with love and imagination heal from all the wounds, lose fear, and allow yourself to be happy.