oh Restless One, your inability to be at peace makes your nail biting, shoulder tensing insomnia making haven deeply conflicted
quiet now and listen
allow yourself to rest
dissolve into the moment seamlessly, leave behind the anthems of the past and future, the stories oh the stories you’ve creative Hopeless One!
the torture of being alone or together, something different, always wanting more, and more and more
a race to get somewhere make-believe but what about here?
what is here for you that you may be missing?
kissing away the moment instead of fitting your entire mouth onto it tasting the flavors with desire
what if you were starving for this moment?
voracious for the sounds, sensations, textures and colors of your prevailing surroundings
there is no amount of whining or wanting that can make the present moment go backward or forward
in your minds eye you may visit a place your heart deeply desires but if time is parallel are you not already living this moment and every other one simultaneously in the now
Sweet One, you already have everything you desire
allow your focus to be your love, your kiss to the moment, the love you will show to yourself and for the entities all around you
there’s nothing on the other side of right now
lean into it, soften, embrace it with your every cell of your being until the veil of separation disappears and you are everywhere and nowhere all at once.
i beg you Sweet One to do so, practice this being and witness your existence become immensely sweeter, neater, more satisfying with every sip
ah you protest My Dear, for fear of the ominous waves named pain and suffering.
must we be present with them too?
without question! denying any emotion no matter how monstrous is a denial of the now and pain is the portal to freedom
do not fear a feeling because it cannot kill you,
no not even that one that holds the greatest power, our collective shame
you emerged flawless, the shame you feel was a bestowed upon you from your ancestors just as were your sparkling green eyes or slender feet
gather it all, all your pieces, like rocks on the side of a stream, allow the river of consciousness to smooth and cleanse each and every precious one as you drink in the droplet of water peacefully sitting on a leaf or the reflection of the blissful blue sky awakening your corneas
in these moments you are no longer your shame, expanding into awareness evaporating into the intricate nature of all things to which you play a unique role
to express the Magnificence in the way that only you can
will you heed the call Sweet Child
will you listen to the stirring below the doubt?
your Spirit is calling