Wednesday, June 1st, 2005
We are timeless, I know. Then these moments come that encapsulate our whole existence, and they seem to carry everything within them and they turn our soul skin into a fine glass. Time condenses and we are riding on faith.
We are fragile, I know. A thousand new cells born every instant, and their fate so dependent on a soft place to land. It’s so easy to be hard on ourselves, and to be hard on others. It’s so easy to be hard. And so much harder to be soft. In this world, I should add, not in all worlds. We are by nature soft, and this is where our true strength lies. In our softness. To be soft is not to be weak, it is to encounter the edges of life with tenderness.
Our bodies, our psyches, our hearts ache for flow. They ache to reunite with the ultimate rhythm of life. If we are quiet inside, the tide will rise and if we let it, it will take us.
To the land of tenderness, from which we all come and to which we all return. We are made of that tenderness. Blood and bones, tissue and breath, sweat and faith, and all that is unseen. When life is hard on you find something tender in your world…a flower, or a song, and meditate on it. Enter deep into its essence and it will take you home.
