What keeps me from my practice? From exploring the depths fully? It is a monster called FEAR. It stands at the gates of my heart and bars my way with snarls and great claws. A hulking mass of unknown. When I faced the death of my love in War, I knew death was behind the corner and faced him. But here in this landscape of blue flame and green mist I have no map, no lantern to guide me.
Death doesn’t seem like the worst thing that could happen anymore. I can not continue to cower but I know of no place to jump, leap into the abyss..or if there even is one. I feel blind and deaf to the true natures.
I am blind to the other world and deaf to myself.
I do not see or hear
there is only fear.
I shrink back to the light and safety of the house I’ve built and cry that I am not brave enough to venture into the woods, the dark…the heart of fear.