I’ve been trying for so long
So very long
I felt sure that this was my calling
I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing
But look at me
I’m still here
Still where I began all those years ago
Meanwhile
Others who began a couple of years ago, two months ago, two weeks ago
They’ve shot forward in leaps and bounds
Maybe I’m not meant to be doing this
Maybe I’ve just talked myself into believing that this is what I am meant to be doing
Maybe I just led myself down the garden path
Maybe…
Some days, not often admittedly, but some days
I wake up and wonder what I need to tell myself in order to stave off that despondency that went to bed with me
Some days, I wonder why I still find myself feeling like this from time to time
Shouldn’t I be well and truly past all that?
Some days, I wonder if I’ll die happy as I was once certain I would
Or would I die wondering why I hadn’t reached the level of success that others had and that I thought I surely could?
If you were on an island all by yourself
What would you wonder about?
I guess I’d be wondering if there were other people like me on islands all by themselves wondering if there were others like them…
Or maybe I wouldn’t even think that far
I’d just wonder if there were other creatures like me
Or maybe it would never occur to me to think that
Maybe I’d be so preoccupied with looking after myself, I’d have little time for anything else
Except maybe watching the wildlife around me
Maybe enjoying their company
Maybe I’d just see myself as part of everything
You are part of everything
Just as everything is part of you
Everyone’s achievement is your achievement
Your journey is theirs
You’re all the same river
Identify with the river
It’s rich, it’s flowing
Every bit of the river, every bit of debris, every ripple, every millimetre of distance covered, every bubble is as essential as every other
As are you
Don’t let your acquired learning, individual and collective, tell you how and what you should be, how and what you should do
Only those who see themselves as separate and independent find meaning in such distortions
And that includes many learned people, well respected and admired
Your soul has only one purpose
To flow in the river of love
Not to make a name for itself in the world of illusions
Not to – mother of abominations – earn your living in the world of illusions
Don’t be a slave to such perversions
Love
Love is what you are
Love is how you are
Love is why you are
So
Be Love
That’s all you need to concern yourself with
And the surest way to be Love in the world of illusions
Is to do what you Love
Do nothing else
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