Most Truly

Most truly:

to be most truly what I am — and this isn’t an achievement to aspire towards, nor to dismiss anything not deemed worthy to my life. There is no effort to this being, nothing other than what I am right now and every moments that’s to follow. With this there are no rules, no proper way to show grief, no length for sorrow to remain. Everything belongs, and often this shows as multiple expression at once, that sadness allows a glimpse of joy even through the fall of tears.

there is room for everything to appear.

through capacity there is no separation, this is all more intimate than a simple hold, but really an embrace of emptiness lent to the form of its appearance, one thing in service of its own involvement, life in every aspect of its flow. What I most truly am is capacity and all that unfolds, with no point divided, and everything given as an expression of the whole.

with this I am already free, awakened, and allow myself the honor of being human, with all that it entails through every expression. Nothing is unworthy in its appearance, sorrow equal to a moment’s joy, anger belonging with compassion, everything existing with a merit of its own. There is no spiritual realm separate from here, no other place to find true home. This is where my life is lived, here, this one moment in all it’s shifting appearance of loss and sorrow, beauty…