i’ve been reflecting alot latley.
finding my way back to the root of a feeling that has been with me for as long as i can remember.
it is a void in me
a dark spot
untouched by light*
although it yearns for the light, this void is a small cave, hidden away deep deep within myself
although hidden ~ it longs to be seen & recognized
to be healed
it is the ultimate threshold to cross to authenticity ~ a life dictated by the heart’s rhythm
not an ‘egoic’ control of external expectations
illusions created by false beliefs : conditioning : other people’s expectations : your own expectations
in all this searching and wandering around my own thoughts and feelings
the thought came to me : “What is really ours?”
Everything seems to be borrowed from all around us….nothing truly ours ~ ever changing.
my body doesn’t belong to me ~ a temporary dwelling, yes.
my children don’t belong to me ~ they came through me
my home & possessions don’t belong to me
my thoughts & emotions don’t even belong to me ~ they flow through me like a river if i allow them too.
every breath is borrowed until the next breath
everything is borrowed from somewhere else
i am a vessel through which things are born : no more no less
and once born of me ~ my creation is free ~ no longer MY
mirror of mirrors ~ reflections of infinite possibilities
what inspires me becomes a part of me
and comes around Full circle ((O))
Life is my mirror
its chaos becomes tranquility
i borrow a beautiful sunset to fill me up ~ to find my way through another day
i drink in the beauty of landscape to get through the challenges : the mountains we all must climb >>>:<<<