Bow to each breath.
Prostrate yourself before every feeling.
Worship at the altar of every tingly bodily sensation.
Savour every sound, feel the perfection in every perception.
You are alive, and your aliveness is the world!
Nothing is personal here, so everything is a gift!
In my short time on this planet, I have known great sorrow,
plunged into the depths of oceanic despair, been thrown so deeply into my
loneliness that I thought I would never return.
I have tasted the ecstatic joys
of meditation, the fierce intimacy of love, the savage pains of heartbreak, the
excitement of unexpected success and the blows of sudden failure.
There were
times when I thought I’d never make it, times when my dreams had been shattered
so thoroughly I couldn’t imagine how life could ever go on.
Yet it went on, and
sometimes I found humility within the devastation, and out of the ashes of
imagined futures often grew new and present joys, and no experience was ever
wasted.
I have come to trust life completely,
trust even the times
when I forget how to trust at all,
trust that life doesn’t always go according
to plan, because there is no plan, only life, and even the times of great
uncertainty hold supreme intelligence, and sometimes you have to fall to stand
more fearlessly, with greater kindness.
And somehow I am always held, in a way I cannot explain and
do not want to. I may be crushed yet again before too long, I may experience
further seemingly insurmountable challenges and heartbreaks, but somehow I am
always held.
Somehow I am always held.
Namaste
love light and peace
sm/smoh
