One by one and often in crowd
they start their incessant chatter
Likes and dislikes
Criticism and doubt
Sometimes disappointed
Others frustrated
The teacher
The mum
The lover
The regretful daughter
Who was dreaming of taking a day off?
Incessant juggling of thoughts, demands and emotions
Impatient admonish
A moment of compassion
Brings in a moment to pause
The crowd can take a vacation
Sweet moment of freedom
Before the chatter resumes
For days, weeks, months and even years You ask yourself will the longing disappear? You keep yourself busy find new ways to fill the void the loss has made more visible But the longing keeps coming back Life can be seen as a parade of constant lack One longing after the other Or is it the same? Have you ever asked yourself what is beyond the longing? Have you ever stopped when it invades you? To embrace the emptiness Sit with it Breathe through it it reaches a peak and then, as it came it will go in the process you discover the lack is just a thought
Every morning, I sit with myself Breathe in and breathe out my mind full of thoughts Long inhale, full exhale my past Chant om my to-do list Focus on long mmmmm what will happen today? Sit still in silence how will I handle my day? Tomorrow, in faith, I'll meet myself again Because I know Beyond my thoughts I am peace
In slow tempo In simplicity In gratitude In humbleness When I remember I'm a part of the whole In being helpful and feeling helpless In the changing weather that brings storms and rainbows at the same time
Hay noches en las que mi almohada se vuelve un campo de batalla entre los fantasmas que mi mente ha creado y la consciencia más allá de mi mente Eventos de mi vida cotidiana Se vuelven armas de fuego cargadas con balas de duda, desmerecimiento y frustración Al pasar la sorpresa de tal ataque Mi japa se vuelve mi escudo Y la batalla comienza Repito mi japa y mi cuerpo encuentra paz Pero mi mente encuentra la manera de atacar de nuevo Es el cansancio quien tiene la última palabra Y en mis sueños apareces para recordarme 'Suelta el miedo' Un abrazo La mañana tiene un sabor a victoria Gracias
