
My body and mind cannot wait for this certainty. My soul can and will. Simply because it knows and sees what the mind cannot, and will stay put while also falling with me.
So I stand here poised, leaning backwards into this nothing. Trusting that when I fall and feel the winds rush past me there is a fresh landing somewhere; new gifts, new life, surprises and wonders that I cannot yet see or imagine. Perhaps I am falling already and simply do not know it, my eyes still focussed on what is above. Maybe it will be a while before I let go my grip on what is no longer here. Either way is fine, neither better or more right.
This is the secret to life, to 'what's next'. To have faith in what appears as nothingness.
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