Spring was late to smile upon us this year—Her sweetness felt shorter than usual, yet it was just as reassuring as the all the eternal Hope that She embodies. We shall take in full Gratitude what Grace, regardless of how ephemeral, that She has kindly imparted upon all of us—whether we opened our sleeping eyes to See or not.
It’s been raining all day here in my city; it’s nice to have these temporary periods of freezing but ultimately refreshing showers, as if nature is cleansing all of us in a preparatory ceremony of what’s ahead. Contrary to the conventional morose connotations associated with overcast days with incessant, chilling precipitation, I wish to persuade all of us to see it under a different light: Rain Excites; it dawns upon those who are willing the physical manifestation of inner tranquility, and rinses the once dried-up-tight knots of both the mind and body. Rain is a spiritual symbol of the meditative, altered state of mind, as well as the carrier of life.
who are you, when it is all seemingly a void? do you confront or give in to the self that only emerges in emptiness? or do you become consumed by it, losing the sight of self entirely, for there has never been a definitive you in moments like this?
Upon every exterior, fissure, and tiny crater—dampened is Clarity on a trip Home.
there’re far too many to count—take things as they are; only then, grace and divinity can begin to emerge in the much overlooked moments, almost endlessly
While in transit, do most of us get lost in stagnation,
Stopping at red lights that in no way, shape, or form
Apply to our causes?
And for those who flutter onward—
Is it Conviction, Sense of Direction, or simply
Unmeditated, gutsy bravery that might
Soon fall empty?
Regardless, the majority of us
Need, in body and spirit,
Those who fearlessly
Venture past the main stops,
Not accepting what was Fated,
Or planned by others’ hands.
the same notion can present itself in millions of ways, and we will never cease to be fascinated by it—for all the good reasons in living
even in much direction-less times, there are those who come to aid with their calming whispers
” …there was a language in the world that everyone understood…It was the language of enthusiasm, of things accomplished with love and purpose, and as part of a search for something believed in and desired.”
—Paulo Coelho.
Particular Moments 