Its the excavating of a wound that hurts
While I heal I may read a book. watch a film
Even talk to a neighbor or friend
Its good, to find pleasent things in your surroundings and pathway, things to excercise your thought, like a new word or strangely named street.
Its a gift to see your best qualities in another, or even the world around you, being expressed and held in another human being. It's also important to focus on the good and not dwell upon the bad.
If we maintain focus we are set free of yhe grievence our eyes rest upon, we are woken up, sometimes shaken to seeing our struggles are passing like clouds before our eyes.
Yesterday is noe in the past, the current day folds and shifts, the future still unknown.. so what can I call home? Where can I rest but in the moment, with all its obstacles and triumphs, its distracting noises, and deafening silences.
Truly, all comes from here, like the Lord's breath. The stinging nettles of sadness as well as happinesses bright baloons. As oceanwaves, they roll to and from, shore back to sea.
Dont run from this lifes nature my friend. The ups and downs, agonys and virtue. The confusions and clarity. If you choose to run, where will you go? And where will your feet end up, surely they will tire and falter on those far off paths.
Walk here, in the moment to moment. A razors edge to be tread lightly with oceanic coolness. Walk now in the endless unfolding of your whole nature, and you will know your past and future quite diffrently. In this moment lies the key to all moments, the livlihood of lifetimes.
Both here and now, breath in and out, walk to and fro... but stay. Stay in this living breathing instance, and feel the vortex of true thoughts, the splendor of full feeling, and the lack of all anxiousness. In this moment your freedom holds out its hands, why not grab them? Why not let them lead you from the dark into a new terrian?
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