This is love:
to fly toward
a secret sky,
a hundred veils to fall
First to let go of life.
Finally, to take a step
I lift my wanderings to a new level of care…..
inquiry for today~ there is nothing old….all is fresh…..
Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening.
Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.
Sometimes nothing happens for decades, and sometimes decades happen in a weekend …
bliss. dishes. despair. bliss. aging. birth. bliss…….