The tangled web we weave
Entangling ourselves and each other
In the stickiness
Like a glue that wants to harden
And solidify into something fixed

All this entangling must come undone
Sometimes in one fell swoop
Often as a gradual erosion

The inherited and conditioned patterns
Woven into us unconsciously
Parents, religion, morality
All the ancestral wounds
Playing themselves out in each of us

All this must cease being the driver
Of our urges, our habits and our addictions

This is a call to become naked and innocent
To fall into the unknowing-ness prior to personality

It is no small call, not for the feint of heart
It is a warriors challenge, for it takes great courage
To take everything off
To remove the veils
To open Pandora’s box
To meet the ghosts
To face any and all demons
Not from a place of war
But from the deepest peace and openness
As the sky accepts the tumult of the storm.