I learn the most from people who are direct and authentic in expressing how they feel. A recent friend of mine happens to be such a person. With a passionate wisdom and a no nonsense attitude, she is a fellow teacher at the language center. She’s like a gangster version of the Oracle from the Matrix – humored, wise, and no time for bs. Over 5 weeks of contemplating her stories, the themes she kept bring up were consistency, stability, and happiness. So I asked myself, what does it mean to be consistent in my words and actions, to be stable and happy?
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To accept their opposites without resistance and flow in dynamic ease. Worrying about what if’s is like carrying around a heavy box looking for a way to unlock it. You think there is gold inside but really it’s full of copper. Drop the outer search, dissolve in the inner, and discover the gold has been around your neck all along. Memory is not for replay and regret, but to continually transform, let go, and reset. This is why I don’t rely on the body or mind to be truthful. I rely on the changeless essence that doesn’t come and go, that thing burning my mask, gushing under yours’.
A glow crawls beneath the skin like magma rushing from the core. Am I so special to feel this? As the Persian poet Rumi once said, “love is the whole thing, we are only pieces.”
So I give in, maybe I’m a bit late, slow like honey, and my denials mean nothing to you. The world is in shambles with bursting volcanoes, earthquakes, emergency states, and rushing heart breaks. All works for alchemy. My bravery is my cure and floods my vision, the invisible mold under, over and in-between with no ambition. I’ll drink the potion that leaves me feverishly gazed from morning to night. This light, my compass, my companion, and there are no choices to be made because it’s all I know, like the wind whispering in the trees, so loud and obvious yet too quiet for words.
The first thing you notice about a person is their emotion and how they show themselves. Magic doesn’t happen with certainty or concealment, it overflows with a happy confusion, like a flame dancing on the sun. We are of the same source, just expressed in different forms. In the world of light, there are two types of people, those who enjoy getting lost and those who don’t.