No words can describe this emptiness All words have lost their meaning Just silence and surrender now Only lovers can truly hear you I am yours now I belong to no one but you I now know I always did
There’s nothing left to say or do All there is is silence No mudra to try No mantra will do No chakra to open No teacher to follow No more books to read No workshop to take The kale salad won’t do Neither will the cake No yoga pose will cure this longing It is…
Friend, please, do not try to decide now. Do not shut any possibility out of your heart. Honor this place of not-knowing. Bow before this bubbling mess of creativity. Slow down. Breathe. Sink into wonderment. Befriend the very place where you stand. Any decision will make itself, in time. Any choice will happen when your defences are down….
This Rumi poem was giving to me in a card by a dear friend. I cried the first time I read it. All my life I have been the type of person that sought life’s meaning. Now the search is finally over. The pain and the beauty are all part of the one reality and if you argue with it, you will suffer. It is as it is and this too shall pass!