Through experience our spectrum of ability to comprehend the infinite shades of grey expands and complexifies but is never complete.
To realize that we can manifest to realize that we want to manifest to realize what it takes to manifest to realize we have what it takes to manifest to realize that we are manifesting.
All of these stages are present and engaged in all that we do. But just like the waves crashing off the coast, we rise and fall to the tune of a million different influences. Waxing and waning the light of our own perception across the infinite faceted jewel in the hopes that we may see the flaws and perfections of all that we can first hand and in witnessing these flaws and perfections we come to see that all we are seeing is a part of ourselves we never knew existed. And we are brought to our knees before the honest faces of the absolute violence and beauty that make up our very souls. Alone and vulnerable, stripped naked and bare and incapable of hiding anything even from myself, I realize that I am still alive. I am naked and cold and forever grateful to just still be alive. I have nothing to give but myself, so I give it. and in knowing that I am alive with so little thought, I am so tiny, I am so humbled that I can find nothing to ask for but myself. Give me myself, so that I may give of myself. Recognizing every moment as a blessing continually birthing me a new into the clear and present now.
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