What if I told you, that, maybe the invitation is still being made?
What if this time is the insurgency of the invisible?
Like things we that have pushed to our blindspots
Unknowingly, inadvertently, are now coming to the field of vision.
Are now saying, "Look, I'm right over here,
What do you do with me?"
I feel that this time is uncovering bones.
And we can choose,
We choose to cover those things again,
Or we can choose to sit with those bones.
To do the hard task of meeting beings that we don't know how to meet.
And maybe there, in those openings, we might shapeshift.
Stay with these shadows, that are now showing up.
As embodied beings, as multi-dimensional beings.
Maybe the invitation is still being made.