Little moments of insight
coalesce to reveal
how much choice I have
in this experience called “Life.”
It’s so much responsibility,
so that your unconsciousness
doesn’t harm another.
I’d much rather this responsibility, though,
than bumbling about in the dark
of the prison of my own mind,
wondering who turned out the lights.
Little, simple things,
such a precious gift:
the routine, the calm,
the boring, the repetitive,
how we long for this now
as it all disappears, temporarily.
I’m hoping we all seize this opportunity
to slow down and go within
and remember what’s important to us,
what we neglect in our habit of unconsciousness.
Let this be an acknowledgement
of what is always waiting
for this moment when we pause
I’ve been flexing a mind muscle lately…
Instead of allowing myself to think about things
that annoy me, upset me, frustrate me, worry me or bother me,
I am choosing to think about things
that light me up, inspire me, motivate me, excite me, and delight me.
I’ve been a lot happier lately.
I wonder if exercising my power to choose
has something to do with it.
There’s some part of me
that chronically resists
some aspect of the present moment.
You’d think after all this time
that resistance doesn’t help.
But the part that resists
is an unconscious part
that runs silently in the background,
always prompting me to see
exactly the same way,
to keep it routine
to keep it familiar.
I can’t stop it
because most of the time
I’m completely unaware of it.
The practice is now
maintaining enough awareness
of my awareness
that I can keep some awareness
where it matters most.
As I attempt to embrace new ways of thinking,
being, doing and expressing,
My old self-tries to seduce me back to what is familiar.
My future self is waving wildly, calling me forward.
My current self is just exhausted from life
in 3D reality.
God, grant me patience with myself
as I vacillate between what was
and what can be.
Let me feel loved, safe, seen and heard.
In the end, this is all a dream.
I really shouldn’t take it so seriously.
I fell out of the loop for a moment,
caught in a swirl of perfectionism.
Suddenly I remembered that
it’s not about being perfect,
it’s about showing up authentically
in the perfection of this moment…
and so I came back.
What if it were so much simpler
than I had previously thought?
What if thought has nothing to do with it?
What if I could just breathe, listen
for my deeper guidance,
and do one thing at a time,
with no hysterical interjections
from my anxious mind?