Alone, walking on the beach.
No, not alone but with thoughts and feeling of loss, sadness and grief of that which has been lost, or not accomplished. Taking a breath, letting it go. Allowing the next breath to come to me; to welcome it, to receive it fully, without effort.
In a dream of fluid reality, my thoughts swim out to the sea, emptying the mind with each departing wave. Incoming, the waves gently arrive on the shore. As with the breath, there is always something coming and going…
Then, a new, old wave, intones in this rarely empty mind: ‘Oh broken spirits of yesteryear, come unto me and I shall make you whole again.’
Looking down, I noticed a small silver fish; it was swimming towards the sand rocks, determined and vigorous in its course.
“How shall I see thee?” I asked.
“You shall see me where and when thee needs to for it is thee that is the Source of all things – thou doesn’t knoweth this yet as Truth… until then you must look to find the infinite within the finite as that is where the mind blips out of existence and no-thing can hide the Truth of Love.”
… A dog barked in the distance, a reminder to be doggedly determined. Not to give up but to continue as a barking dog does, not exactly knowing what is happening but following some inner prompt of a disturbance that needs attention. Attention, attention, the dog barks – pay attention!
©Lynn Paterson 2016