Judgement / Dispatch from the Wild Interior

Judgement: The good news is the same as the bad news, which is that everything is in flux. Everything is transforming now, every instant a rebirth, all the cells falling off your body like stars or the nutrients of stars, every breath a rocket and a dying. Maybe you think there is no time for collapse or fundamental shedding, but apocalypse doesn’t care about your calendar – its terrible beauty arrives on its own feet, out of its own time. Can you welcome it with a dance or steaming mug of broth? A moaning accordian solo or a plant you grew from seed? For the kind of grace that’s descending, there is no adequate preparation except to practice seeing beyond, seeing through, ripping down the curtains of delusional comfort and practical illusion. The end is here. The end is the beginning. The beginning is here. The beginning is the end.