Caves in the Heart & Dance of the Shadows (ePub)

From the cavemen to Platos conception of the cave; from the mothers cavernous womb to the cavernous spaces in the wombs of the earth, from where all springs and grows; from the firstborn light reaching us from the darkest depths of space to the dimmest light that our soul sheds on the world, our love for wisdom or the wisdom of love will master us forevermore.

Cave as a temporary state of being as a traverse through life as an experience and from that as a derivative to knowledge, for our development and advancement physically, emotionally, intellectually, and spiritually.

We can contemplate cave as mystery, as a space of distrust of danger, darkness, lingering light, our ignorance, or innocence, yet it is a space of temptation, of strange and powerful emotions, primordial yet known to us since the birth of this world in our seemingly infinite line of evolution.

Cave as a space of contradictions, a space of darkness versus light, a space of ignorance versus knowledge, of falsity versus truth, of passion versus ecstasy, of earthly versus the heavenly.

Some of those caves are extremely dangerous, yet like a necessity in our unexplained ability to surrender, we surrender and we abandon ourselves in their powerful presence. We enter in with feelings of temptation, of dilemma, of ambivalence, of fear. We enter as if pulled in by mysterious forces at times unable to resist them even if we fear destruction, our own destruction.

Those are the deepest, darkest most dangerous caves, yet we enter, many already have and others will and will enter them unprepared and most vulnerable. We pray for them to survive their magic powers and to exit if necessary by a miracle, to exit wiser and tell the world of their wisdom, for they will be wiser, wiser than they were before, and the one who listens of their wisdom will be wiser too.

Of that wisdom I like to share with all who like to know, with my works of the Caves of the Heart. Listen as they tell in their deafening silence of the story of my surrender, of my love for wisdom, and maybe, of the wisdom of love.