When I take walks by myself, I deeply enjoy watching all the characters fall away. I am no longer a mother or a wife, a friend or enemy. I forget I am a woman. I forget I am called human. With every step, with every breathe, I release until, I am no longer limited. I am expansive, infinite. I am released even from the conscious awareness that is watching, bearing witness. What I am, cannot be named, labeled or contained. I stop to look at a flower. Without thought or interference, I directly experience it's magnificence, it's love, it's pure being. I experience the flower within. It's blossoming, is fearless. As I walk, I blossom, and I take nature's courage home with me. As I walk through the door, I am a mother that deeply embraces her child. My heart pours into hers the joy, the freedom, that comes from a quiet walk into her responsive open heart. What a sponge she is. I am a wife, as I kiss my husband deeply, and embrace him in gratitude for his understanding. I come home, a teacher, and a student. I am ready to share the presence without name, as I learn from the presence of all I encounter and their unfolding. Taking off who you are in exchange for nothingness, is like being barefoot. No longer constricted to the mold, fit, or height of a shoe. Freedom. We were meant to be free.
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