There comes a time… When the sun becomes your greatest teacher, and the stars represent your highest role in life. When you no longer expect and no longer follow. When the known is no more familiar, and the search is a new birth. There comes a time… When you live the moment instead of lusting for tomorrow. When clothes, furniture, houses, and all belongings return to be stuff. When your eyes are wide open when closed. When your heart bumps gratefulness in times of aching. When suffering is rewarding, and mindfulness is a way of life.
There comes a time… when you leave to enter again. When you check out from the make-believe world and step into the real one with your true self-bursting out: I knew it! I knew it! When everything suddenly makes sense, and you’re in tune with the whole universe. When benediction fills the empty hole inside instead of things. There comes a time… when being there for someone is no longer an obligation, but a loving choice. When your doubt turns to a hunch, and the ugliness you used to see in the world turns to a beautiful ever-changing masterpiece. When you look in the eyes of someone — anyone — and see their souls instead of their hidden intentions, and you forgive them. When you start looking at things to hear their stillness. When you and the trees become best friends, when you sing the song of liberation along with the birds, and when nature echoes with your highest self.
There comes a time… When you close your eyes more often, to absorb the glory of a moment. When you fall in love for the first time with your body. When you become your best friend. When the mirror shows you your ultimate truth instead of accumulated judgments. When you feel connected while touching the grass barefooted. When baby grass grows on everything you touch. When you know the Universe is saying Hello to you every time the breeze moves your hair. There comes a time… When silence is your favorite music, and sleep is another way to stay awake. When dreams are whispering maps and time is life itself. When desires are of a little importance, and love is simply you. When laugh is a dance, and tear is a confession. When hugs are medicine, and being alive is a soul-enchanting experience. When you turn in and observe the skies within you, deep and infinite.
Don’t resist it. Just be alerted. Witness it, and create a space for it to happen. Don’t rush it out, it’ll come, it’ll come, not a minute before its time, and not a minute after. Don’t force it, for it may slip away. Know that it’s coming. Welcome it with arms wide open and joy in the heart. And when it does, sip it, one sip at a time. You are now conscious of your consciousness, and that’s all you need to be in order to be… Everything you went through has grown a new feather in your young wings. Every heartache, every cut through your veins, and every restless breath has added a shaded color to your piece of art.
All the torn feelings, the question marks torturing your tiny head and the urge to understand and to be understood were steps, small steps, on the way to remind you of who you really are. Now you’re complete, harmoniously complete, invitingly complete. Fly away, back home.
Published in March-April 2017 Edition Of YogaLife Magazine.
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