Whole.

Palms facing towards sky reach out,
Trying to cradle so tenderly all of the passing moments.
But all keeps cascading through and through.
Even if I tried to hold on tighter,
None can be kept, like sand that scatters, never still.
Was there ever anything to hold on to?
Somehow my heart opens wider and wider as tears fall as offering.
It is the innermost place where the light of our guidance flickers.
Do not be fooled by endless outside distraction.
Let yourself be called home.
Come on home.
Welcome to the whole.

 

Photo: ‘Homegrown’ by Julie Blackmon

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