Life is a tug-of-war
between the path
of the ancestors
and that of our future.
We must understand
where the ancestors came from,
where they fell short,
and why we intersected with them.
We inherit a deep patterning,
one rich with experience
and knowledge
and shortcomings.
We layer onto that
our own aspirations,
addiced to
our inherited cycles of suffering,
unconscious of the reasons
we fall short.
The answer is in our cells,
nothing more than bars
which are to our eyes
as vampires are to sunlight.
We must honor both paths
with enough rope
to avoid placing ourselves
on a rack for the soul.
Some of us must
heal inherited wounds
and create an ancestral dialogue
to head out on a new path.
This comes through
the incorporation
of the sacred.
It may be as simple as
washing hands or feet,
giving thanks
or service,
contenplative stillness
or something more interactive.
The healing of cellular wounds
is not an intellectual inquiry,
but rather begins with
an acceptance of our
inability to know.
How can you
make a delicious meal
without knowing
the ingredients?
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