The Transformative Power of Emotions

Swallowed whole by absurdity and digested slowly,

my resistance to opportunity consumes me.

The dark night hits.

The illusion of disconnection is fulfilled!

Truth reveals itself to me in my most intense moments.

With a knock on the door and a lump in my throat

the journey begins.

An invitation to wholeness is received.

Collapsing into surrender, turning to run through

the only open door INTO the mouth
 that is

waiting to devour me with no hope of salvation

seems to be my destiny.

Fear is coursing through me like a pulse

rendering me choiceless.

I give myself to my circumstances and feelings.

Letting go of resistance is all I have to offer.

My death is not permitted.

The dragon requires a live offering.

I must participate in my own end

present and aware!

Through my stillness the rules begin to change.

My life force returns as I allow embrace.

The feared begins to dissolve and my presence 
is

free of personal agenda.

Reaching through myself to others

paradoxical oneness leads to more.

The journey of one becomes the journey
 of

many as I ask for help.

Choices like stars in the dark night

begin to appear and pull me homeward.

The action of waiting, the sensation of floating,

the silence of knowing become new friends.

Process, divine order, and truth are constant.

My willingness to sit with the long hours

in acceptance of what is

teaches me a new way of living.

The importance of surviving, getting needs met

and attachment to outcomes begin to dissipate

leaving me only a vague memory 
of what was.

In this new land I experience everything except 
numbness.

I am like a single note in a symphony; 
a mere spot of ink

being played, the conductor 
becoming more real.

Surrounded by others aware and not

of their divine predicament my eye

becomes single, my focus inward.

I am now a needle in the hand 
of a master 
as the

tapestry of my life
 continues to be woven.

In grateful surrender, like 
perfume penetrating the air

I disperse and expand and in this moment

my journey is complete.

Karen Floyd

Reach out and take the hand of your life’s partner.

Retrieve for yourself the creative life force that knows.

Breathe life into your senses, awaken you must

Open the door so in you can go and out you can come.

Meet yourself in the presence of the One.

Life is behind the door,the life you choose to see no more.

You’ve kinked your umbilical cord and exist on only a trickle.

Rejoin yourself and from here travel together.

For pain and grief and shame you will feel.

Once remembered though no longer seems real.

The mystery now cracked like a thin egg shell

gives way to release and celebration.

Dare you remember, dare you look?

Sacrifice only your illusions of current security.

Live true reality.

Riding The Brake karen

I want to feel and I pray for numbness

I want to have and I pray for rest

I want to be seen and I pray to be hidden

Why do I ask for what I am afraid of?

Why am I afraid of what I ask for?

Walking wounded, believing my fear

I am too blind and confused to hear myself

Calling out into the sea of distractions that

I invented for safety, they kill me daily.

You Plant karen

An orange seed … you trust

will grow into an orange.

You plant it… a tree grows

you are surprised!

You expected an orange

you cope and find good with the tree.

One day an orange appears

you are surprised!

You’d gotten used to settling for just a tree

but… you can allow that the tree

could out do itself and you

accept the orange,

(having forgotten it was your original intent)

The orange stays on the tree

because you have not partaken of it;

having forgotten your original desire to

taste it and it begins to rot and decay.

You are not surprised but saddened,

because you have come to believe

that life is not abundant

and your fears which you have never forgotten

have been realized and affirmed…

nothing good lasts forever.

It does not take you long to recover

and you have clearly decided that

planting orange seeds is not for you;

It is too painful.

You have participated in creation and

slept through the demonstration

by not partaking.

You are questing after Eden while you are in it.

confirming all your illusions.

Do not walk but run into

the mouth that would devour you

for it is in being consumed not consuming

that the light dawns.   ~Karen

I’m not falling I’m Flying!

When I have new opportunities or the

opportunity to be new the beginning often

feels like I am falling. Actually leaving the

familiar to follow what your heart is calling

you to do requires trust and commitment.

Sometimes stepping into the unknown is

like free-falling; I have stepped out into

new territory having left what felt stable

and solid.

As we let go of fear we realize;

I’m not falling I’m flying!