I

I regret the past
guilt filled with
the long-gone:

I worry about the future
and suffer it now
in the present,

Tortured by what isn’t;
missing what is.

II

I cannot imagine
the future,
I don’t want
to stay within
the confines
of this, my poor
short-reaching
imagination.

III

My higher Self whispers:
‘Your only task is
to open to yourself.
Just as you are.

So simple!

Here, Now.’

Imbued with courage
I surrender.

IV

Letting go,
destiny
creates around me,

effortlessly.

V

Trust takes my hand
gently tugging me
into the simple ease
of joyful living.

VI

I release;
a waterfall
gushes up
through
my insides.

Smallness is
swept away like
sand in the wind.
I look on in vertigo,
dizzy heights.

My being
becomes something
more than I am.

VII

I can.

I can fall
into Love.

I hold onto
Trust.

VIII

I fall into a cave;
that opens into the sky.

My mind cannot conceive
any of this.

But It is.
More real than before.
There is no before.

I am.

No more.

Just.

Is.

IX

Merging in One.
Pure existence,
It cannot be otherwise.

A path that isn’t a path.
A line that is a dot.
A journey of no steps.

Each on their own way
into the one destination.
No path the same.

If it exists already,
then it is not yours.

X

Suddenly
out of time
The Eternal rises
in stillness;
the end of
the beginning,
space and time
nothing.

Everything that is real

Is.

XI

Reunion.

XII

B l i s s