I forget how to walk when I try to walk.
I forget how to write when I try to write.
I forget how to be when I try to be.
But when I relax my effort and allow attention to escape my mind, my life begins to shift.
As the effort subsides, the flow is born.
Faith in myself discovered through doing. Faith in the universe discovered through the darkness of an uncertain future and an unclear present.
I look inward and calmly listen to the energy around me.
Does my consciousness project onto my external world? Or am I empty like the sky, allowing my thoughts and emotions to pass through like clouds and birds above.
Do I set obstacles for myself? Or do I allow myself to flow freely like the wind.
The refusal to acknowledge these possibilities and mishaps keeps them present in the back of my mind. Once explored, I come to understand that denial was the only reason for their power. Like a paradox, denial works in opposite to what we intend.
Accepting a bruise on my arm is no different than accepting the pain in my heart, or the darkness in my mind. Their existence is independent of my recognition. Their healing, however, requires my attention.
One can only keep their head in the clouds for so long until they must confront the truth. Unfiltered honesty sobers the mind; always for the better, even when it feels worse.
Sometimes it’s simple. Other times, it’s impossible to see the light. But it only ever feels one way or another. Life goes on regardless. Our lives go on, even if we’re missing it.
I lay down beside a tree; the shade covering me from the blazing sun.
And just as the tree behind me grows taller, I grow wiser.
Just as the tree behind me grows wider with far reaching branches, my perspective expands.
Just as trees lose their leaves, I become new in each and every moment.
The cycle continues, regardless of my awareness or acceptance of it.
The leaves are falling all behind me. This moment presents an opportunity to begin anew.
Do I dare to take it?
