A chapter is truly closing; the horizon
rushing towards, and yet
the days slowly unfolding
as though caught
in a lazy, melancholy
haze.
It seems too surreal
for dreams to have arrived —
that there is a mystic detachment;
allowing the soul to float,
beyond the turbulence of the
physical existence;
that has certainly thrown
its share of the underworld
troubles.
Tests and challenges,
before we’d finally come
to rest in the cocoon
of eternity’s blessing…
What then?
What next?
You ask…
for life beyond
the racing wheel
of society’s cycling
seems difficult to
fathom.
Perhaps even boring —
there’s nothing to do?
But you see, the doing
is often a distraction.
To soften into the deep acceptance
of simply being,
to truly Be
requires confrontation of all.
In the silence of the womb
of the universe
the noise of any incongruence
screaming pained child
is heard,
acutely.
Piercing veil,
penetrating the dark
and bringing all suffering
under observation.
To be with it,
to witness,
is to provide the space —
for ultimate release.
And that, is how we
find Peace.
🙏
Be kind. Be gentle. Healing starts in the softness of the breath, flowing through the infinite present. When we allow ourselves to truly connect with a state of acceptance and being with what simply is, we stop projecting the negative judgments that only amplify problems – whether they are be internal, or external.
Wishing you a beautiful weekend,
~ Cara