Everything is borrowed -:- we are all visitors here

i’ve been reflecting alot latley.

Feeling alot

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

it ripples

it storms

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 >>>:<<<

We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through. Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love… and then we return home.

~ Australian aboriginal proverb ~