What is life but a journey to understanding that everything eventually leads back to One?
What is the grapple and the struggle for?
Laying hate at another person's doorsteps only leads to more broken hearts.
If we could stop for a moment and consider the futility of all this － this charade of pleasing one another, of dissembling heartful truths for fear of being judged untruthful, of descending into doubt-ridden paralysis of your own Self, of pulling back from full-brimming love for fear of getting hurt again －
this charade that masks all fears.
There is nothing left to fear when you are courageous enough to unmask fear.
Merely a sliver of paint － face paint of the most crumbling, crestfallen kind.
A time to shed
A time to heal
A time to dream.
In infinite spaces
What it means to be
Strong, resilient, loving and loved
all becomes simply a part of me
Because it is never distinct.
Separation is an illusion.
And I finally saw her
Skulking behind the curtains
Waiting to be acknowledged.
We sat together
My eyes fully taking her in
With silent mutual understanding
We looked and saw each other trust each other.
finally I saw her
In her glorious dress and crown
My blue water Goddess
Beckoning me as she melds with the wind
Barefooted on the grass of life
Come on over.
Don't be afraid.
You are allowed to enjoy.
It is okay to not to know.
It is okay to forget.
The more I walk on Dao
The more I feel the unwillingness to project my love on others to make them see me
To be okay with passing through and epic love in passing
I command in infinite prosperity.
And so it is.