No thing or no one withstands the wave of impermanence. I remind myself of that quite often. I know it will wash over me, leaving me changed. That is the life experience.
I may be able to push my fist through a wave but it will still knock me to the ground, if necessary.
I’ve come to realize I don’t stop anything. I might divert an action or even avoid it temporarily but I will not outrun the wave, ultimately. Mine is to trust in being.
Hollow comfort that when fear is in abundance and love seems so scarce. Lack is a figment of fear. I don’t have to be fearless just a little bit curious. That is the only opening love needs.
An open heart will wash away the grime of fear, the first step in the return to love. It takes courage to accept that love isn’t stagnant. Like every other experience, love, too, evolves.
I no longer wrap my arms round that one moment when all life seems in balance. I once worked toward such a freeze-frame. It’s stasis and left me lacking.
In all the imperfection of impermanence, I would rather its wave. There is no lack of love in it. Change is only a love I have yet to experience.
In the end nothing we say or do
will matter as much as the
way we have loved one another.
(Daphne Rose Kingma).
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Another deeply inspiring message. Thank you, Karen.
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