Somewhere in the middle, where the movement comes to stillness, the great weight may find rest.
It's in any practice found in all teachings of liberation, where we come to feel the warmth of love in any experience of the moment.
The grace that comes through respect, of the burdens we carry, and the moments we carry them in.
We learn to honor ourselves, the vessel of our journey, allowing space for what will be.
We come to know those deep parts, and their temporal being, though eternity looms over us.
In these we find our salvation, the redeeming quality of our innocence, and remember the joy of our being.
The heart knows, and if we will hold it, embracing with all the care of our abiding, feeling what we feel in turn, it will not abandon us, but be our anchor amongst the storm.
It is in the sound of the world, those depths in the hearth, where loves fire quietly burns within.
The steady beating of all life, even in the dark wood of apparent death.
We can not lose what we have found, for even in our most feeble attempts at turning away, we are brought back again.
Back to the truth of who we are, of loves embrace, and our blessings in being.
May we find the "middle way," where all points meet in surrender, and rest comes to greet us.
May we feel deeply all that we feel, in the depths of our heart, holding sacred space for our healing.
May we realize the harmony in all movement, as the notes of our song play, with the compassion in our hearts beating.
May we relax into our breath, listening to the sound of our gentle rhythm, coming to know the one we have greatly desired to meet, the one through whom all blessings flow, the one we already are, for the benefit of all beings. ✨