A Star in the Night Sky

We are writing from the space of our deep interior and we are raw to the occasion.

We are raw to the effort, we are raw to the need.

Our rawness is open and vulnerable, it moves with our breath, our ribs feel the curve

of its rise. We are the sun coming up into our own faces and the moon going down over our dreams.

Inside this time is the question of our answer and we follow the integrity of its purpose.

We are above the ground and below its surface, we are outside the trees and inside their roots, we are to each side of our very nature.

We are from the land of invisible and we here to bring sound into the wounds of those deaf to the feeling, blind to the touch, numb to the purpose.

Our art heals, our art is unknown to the many and known to the few.

We express ourselves in ways that speak beyond the reasoned, beyond the limit of logic, and into the remembered of the Dreamtime. We occasion ourselves with the visible of light so that the turn of key and the unlock of rise can be felt into the moment of this time.

Our gift is the opening of hearts, our practice is the expression of bringing into sight the sound of the dream remembered.

You are not in the middle of an art show, because we are not artists. You are however in the middle of an expression of our love of listening deeply and not judging the heard. We are of the land of the stars, the color we share is the from the night sky, our words are the constellations of gift.

Our voice has been muted for eons, so that the sound of our expression has little value to the world, but it is of immense value to the land of feeling. We come from the land of felt and the stars know our passage.

We offer you maps of the interior life of feeling, maps so rare as to be infused with star dust and dreams.

Take this night as a gift of the season and stand on the deck of an observatory to the night sky. Peer into the land of interior, these are not paintings, they are the energy of the Dreamtime and they speak with a hidden language that only your heart can remember.

There once was a child filled with the awe of the universe in a new land that knew not its own making, this everychild knew they could create many happinesses and set to do so. The moment the child knew they could contribute, there was a larger bigger that said to do so you must do it this way, and in that, the gift was broken.

These windows into the stars of the interior are a gift beyond the larger bigger. They set dreams upright again, they mend the heart, and speak in a language and way that the soul knows, but has not been taught.

Tonight you stand upon the dreamers platform and stare into the land of Dreams. A place, as a child you once lived, where you once came from, where you once in every moment remember as you  draw in a breath and continue on.

We all are on a journey, some of us are awake, some of us are asleep, but we are all dreaming a way to find the dream of our own dreaming. And a way to remember.

The season of lights, the season of Christmas, the season of the holidays, the season of giving and receiving is a reminder to feel the star that you yourself are and give that gift of remembering to others, so that they can begin to remember too.

Remember to feel these maps that you see before you, because it is the language of your own nature.

~Clarity

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