annointed with rose oil

don't forget what that sage told you when her hands were on my belly. she helped clear a path for you. only you know what time is most auspicious to leave your watery bardo for the bright light that awaits us. the moment is eternally etched into me. it has been there, waiting for you to complete it, for much longer than my lifetime.

desire and will do not, in themselves, see obfuscations. it is only the eye wired to anxiety, insecurity, and doubt that allows obstructions to even touch the surface of our strongest intentions. sometimes in trying to see everything, we instead see things that are not there.

when all that's left is the mine shaft

never mind the canary, it's just sleeping. don't tarry, the time has come to face Reality. oh, and it doesn't look anything like you expected. that's the part they always forget to mention.

things are not as solid as they seem. everything can go up in smoke - as if nothing happened at all. the essence is in this moment. tap into the nectar - it's already inside of you, but it can not nourish you until it has been freely given.