In the shades of the wind I hear the rustling of life, seedlings outstretching to the sky, leaves embracing the sun, flowers spreading its wings, trees returning to the soil, and new lives emerging from deep, deep slumber. I don't know since when, but I'm beginning to feel that I'm tapping into an energy of certainty that comes from truth, and my irrational fear of so many things is slowly evaporating into silence. Depression, negativity, and anger have all been wild guests in my life for long enough, and I am now ready to undertake the task of healing myself fully so that I bring forth the inner light of positivity to myself, to those around me, and beyond. I ask for forgiveness for the negativity I have imbued into atmosphere and to myself, and I am ready to forgive all elements that have kept me enshrouded in ignorance. It is my hope to share in this blog the love and generosity I receive from others, and continue the tradition of sharing that which is sacred, that which is good. The earth gives shelter, gives sustenance, gives love. It baffles my mind that I have been so selfish and egotistical all my life, when each and every moment of my life has been a product of countless selfless acts. Bit by bit I am touched by the true beauty of life, and it is my commitment to commune with it. There is no turning back, and it is my duty to share, to develop, to love, and to dance with the cosmic waves. I am now ready to embark on this journey of wholeness, of seeking oneness in this divided world, and finding paradise within, because true paradise exists in communion, and I have finally come to realize that without approaching oneness there can be no freedom, no liberation.
The moment I die, I hope to make it a transition of peace and ease. It's strange to think about dying at the prime age of 27, and it is not at all something that is on my mind frequently (well at least not anymore); nevertheless, I realize death is just the ultimate moment of the succession of moments that come and go every second. Through the practice of meditation, I have come to see that the dying moment will be no different from each moment I inhabit, and to die artfully, to die peacefully, I must live artfully, live peacefully. If there is no equanimity in my interaction with the here and now, the moment of death will only bring up an intense emotion of habit energies I've cultivated all my life, whether it be that of joy, love, envy, impatience or any sort of emotion. This blog is in an effort to reaffirm my commitment to life and the bounty of love that abounds, share the practice of honestly engaging and fully loving, and becoming whole again. I am undertaking this as a healing process to the various traumas I have picked up along the way and a journal of progress along the path of liberation I am committed to walk for the rest of my life.
The moment I die, I hope to make it a transition of peace and ease. It's strange to think about dying at the prime age of 27, and it is not at all something that is on my mind frequently (well at least not anymore); nevertheless, I realize death is just the ultimate moment of the succession of moments that come and go every second. Through the practice of meditation, I have come to see that the dying moment will be no different from each moment I inhabit, and to die artfully, to die peacefully, I must live artfully, live peacefully. If there is no equanimity in my interaction with the here and now, the moment of death will only bring up an intense emotion of habit energies I've cultivated all my life, whether it be that of joy, love, envy, impatience or any sort of emotion. This blog is in an effort to reaffirm my commitment to life and the bounty of love that abounds, share the practice of honestly engaging and fully loving, and becoming whole again. I am undertaking this as a healing process to the various traumas I have picked up along the way and a journal of progress along the path of liberation I am committed to walk for the rest of my life.
