Pondering Life’s Subtleties
It is an incredibly vulnerable feeling, sharing my voice. Maybe a bit freeing as well. I, of course, struggle hearing the sound of it. I hope it’s not as uncomfortable for you, as it is for me. ~Bea
It was June at best
July at worst
And I found myself pondering
the subtleties of life
Like the wind tickling the leaves
Or a ripple in a pond
Such easy expectations
But what of the tree
What of the water
Do they not live too
Are the subtleties of my life
not chaos for theirs
Is where I find peace
not their turmoil
is not the point of living
to bend with the breeze
and go with the flow
To exist in the going
What freedom
What peace
to feel the continuing of life
No matter the circumstance
To not be absorbed in the becoming
simply resting in the being
A knowing
of wholeness
and unity
A moment of clarity
like a download
in a language
I’m still learning to understand“Tread softly, my love. Flow gently with ease. No rushing or demanding. Just basking and appreciating. Remember the fullness, of all that you are. Move with intention, knowing your truth. You are doing magnificently, ignore the doubt. You're worthy and deserving just as you are. Keep reaching for you, and the oneness within. You are anchored and tethered fear need not take hold. There’s nothing to fix, and nothing to do. Be happy, feel joy, remember you.”
Back in the moment
grounded once again
The rain started falling
and instead of going inside
I stayed there and pondered
the subtleties
of life