For the love of it all

Today, I feel compelled to dedicate this piece to the love of everything. Love for the wind that caresses my hair, love for the clouds that paint the sky with their vibrant hues, love for the sun that warms my skin, love for indifference that teaches me to value passion, love for warmth that kindles my heart, love for appreciation that fills my soul, love for pauses that lead to contemplation, love for negative patterns that help me grow, love for the void that inspires me to create, love for the light that illuminates my path, love for pain that teaches me to heal, love for discomfort that nudges me to move, love for dust that reminds me of impermanence, love for the ocean that humbles me, love for fire that ignites my spirit, love for air that fills my lungs, love for judgment that shapes my perspectives, love for clarity that brings me peace, love for the rain that cleanses my being, love for freshness that renews my spirit. Love for EVERYTHING.

For without the other, I couldn't have known this one. Without experiencing indifference, I wouldn't have known warmth, eagerness, love, and passion. One happens for the other, and each feeling adds depth.

As I wake up from slumber, the first thought that appears in my mind is profound - "I AM." It's an incredible realization that I exist just as I am. My hands feel warm, blood flows through my veins, and I can sense the rhythm of my breath. I move my body with reverence, feeling like I'm part of a sacred ceremony. Drinking my first glass of water isn't just about satisfying my thirst; it's like an inner bath that wakes up my organs with a gentle touch and warmth. Sometimes, I start my day with a morning dance or a silent meditation. Other times, I gaze outside my window and appreciate the peace of my neighborhood. Looking up at the sky with my human eyes, it feels like we are alone in this universe. But deep down, I know we are not. I smile, thinking of my invisible brothers and sisters.

In this lifetime, I am a daughter, friend, lover, wife, mother; every moment is an opportunity to explore different themes. Sometimes, I put things into perspective, and sometimes, I am slow to understand. I feel like I know everything today, but tomorrow, I might feel like I don't know anything. I feel the weight of being in this body, but when the voice of my soul becomes clear, I play, dance, love deeply, encourage, connect, and let the energy flow. When I awaken to the truth that reality is a reflection of my heart’s expression, I find myself pondering the enigma of what is real and what is not. In all of the expressions of my roles here, I am learning that it is not about sticking to a plan but rather letting my creativity flourish like a wildflower in the sun. Safety is not a choice but a sacred duty that I must fulfill for myself and others, for it is only when we feel secure that the spirit can truly soar. I must let my inner light shine, unchained and unbridled, for it is in that radiance that the essence of who I am genuinely resides. And so, I choose to chart my own path, to make every decision with intent, for I know that my destiny is mine to shape my life as a canvas to paint. Amidst it all, I pause and breathe, deeeeeep and slow.

In those quiet moments, I find the strength to keep on with the show.

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