Life is thus.
Life just is.
This fragile little mandala
So precious, so breakable
Every chance encounter
Every word passed between us
Every karmic tie that we have to resolve in each lifetime
The people we meet one lifetime and then the next.
If you believe in such a thing as karma
How we keep meeting the same people in different incarnations in each lifetime.
I sat and contemplated the miracles
And the sheer immensity of these tenuous connections felt so overwhelming
Tears fall for the time when we will forget each other again
Tears fall for the next lifetime when our stories will start on a clean slate again
The mystical path unwinds in a solitary wind
And yet I feel consoled by the unwavering gaze of the Divine
The Beloved's gaze is so close
Close to grazing
Barely touching upon the veil held against my skin before He moves away again.
Those who come to see Him in plain sight often get scorched by His light
The perfection glimpsed will be their undoing.
That is why we have to forget to live here in this earthly existence.
And yet in every twisted twig, every asymmetrical bowl, every chipped teapot,
We see perfection in imperfections.
We see beauty in the now.
The will to control our weight, the incredible impulse to take leaps of faith to go beyond the mind, the divine timings;
And then on the other side of the coin － the broken promises, the fights, the squandering, the missed opportunities...
We see how beautiful ephemera in this human life is.
Never wanting, simply being