Sometimes we get so fixated on picking up broken pieces, we forget we can make new ones.
You are made of those stars you crave.
And it’s so hard sometimes, and you can’t sleep for crying and the room closes in. You feel you have no control, but that’s the illusion. If only you’d remember, the whole world is yours. You create all that you see.
You must find your bliss. It is curled up inside you. It is always available to you in this moment. It is here: now, and now, and now. You will not find it in the past or the future. You will find it in your gratitude, in your appreciation for this moment. This moment, in all its splendour; it is all we have. And this moment is enough.
Having walked through the darkness I found myself, unable to contain the light.
It softens all my edges and calms my storms. I found myself in the eye of them all. In the stillness at the centre. I found myself, in boundless contemplation between worlds. I found myself formless. Timeless. Nameless. No thing- yet, all things.
I found myself, in nothing and in everything. Caught in a beautiful paradox.
In our stillness we plant seeds, and in our silent knowing they thrive and bear fruit.
When we sit with ourselves, truth and beauty, love, softness and bliss all journey to meet us. They long to envelop us. To become us. When we sit without seeking, we are found. When we sit without grasping, we are held.