The past cannot survive the light of presence - Eckhart Tolle
Presented with the past
The old pain whiplashes me into presence
Breathing through it
Proves to be the only way back to reality
Feeling it through and through
Welcoming it
Cradling it
It is not but sensations coursing through the veins of human love.
Love is not gone in the light of things
It is clearer where fear wants things for itself
And in that fear is more light
I don't want to do anything about it
Between the pulsing of my heart and the thumping in my head
There's that old familiar dread
But I don't want to do anything about it.
I want to walk
Walking grounds the feet to earth
And every step is a rebirth.
The Practice
Tuesday Evening - 20 minute meditation
Wednesday Morning - 30 minute meditation
Reflection
The past is an interesting concept. I could've sworn it happened, but I have absolutely no proof of it. I might tell myself stories about it like "first this happened, then that," but without the stories it's only always just THIS. Stories are fading more and more now. And when they do tell themselves, it's hard to take them seriously.
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