The Journey of Fire
#353
“Your understanding of the world didn’t come from wanting. It came from being brutally honest with yourself.”
“If you wish to reach it again, it’s as simple as letting go of your desires to be anything other than you, here, in this now. From there, you are free to shift into any shape, love, and create as infinitely as your heart.”
#358
“Hey, I remember you! :)”
I remember the rain fell down around you, I remember hugging you while you screamed out to the sky, I remember standing there with you, as the wind calmed, as the storm settled… and out came the sun.
There, we stood. We stood. And you hugged me back.
Quiet, and complete.
How I’ve missed you.
“I forgot love can feel like this.”
#359
“I love you.”
“I know.”
“I think you’re gorgeous.”
#360
“I wonder, if in all that time, you were looking back just as much as I was. I think you were, maybe. Just maybe.”
“Maybe all this time, we’ve both been playing pretend; pretending we don’t yearn for the other.”
#361
Silver jewelry shakes.
The owl came to visit me on my porch, I look down to them, as they look up from the second step.
The air is fresh. The rain trickles down from the sky. Candle light.
“And peacefully, I went.”
“If you felt everything all at once, then you’d just be nothing.”
“You burn so hot.”
#362
(Along the lines of my thoughts during a meditation that only ended once the incense fully burned out):
“The fire will burn sometimes faster, sometimes slower. I am one with the flame. I go, when it goes, and not a moment before.
We are the same.
I’m not entirely sure what happened to me, why I’ve grown so impatient and forgetful.
But I know I can still find my way through. Somehow. I always do.
I am water.
I notice I am growing impatient; let me look into that.
Will I impatiently await the death of the incense? Of the candles? So I may finally “leave,” exit the meditation and return to the business of modern life?
Perhaps even distract myself in the meantime, to let their life whisper away seemingly faster and unnoticed?
Or will I embrace their light whilst they remain, focus on their ordinary yet absurd presence, in no rush to the next moment or the next life, for that matter.
Here and now, is all I ever need.
That is the lesson.”
#363
“All is ok, inevitably. No matter the annihilation. From nothing, everything shall come, my friend. Time and time again.”
“Moment to oneself”
#364
“You all are beautiful,” I speak softly to the lit candles.
Maybe in their own way they can know that.
Maybe in some way, they’re telling me their own set of appraisals through smoke; telling me, “we all think you’re beautiful, too.”
~ “Can’t go back there now; you only can go to now, now.”
#365
“The Null Ether.”
#366
“I love you because you remind me of all the beautiful things in life; the things I found beautiful across my entire life, even in my ignorant youth. You are the beacon of light, and the creative potentiality of dark.”
#367
I touch my mothers urn after meditation, gently, with my hand
I think to myself,
“I love you mom. I miss you.
I wonder if you can hear me in your sleep.
Either way, I’ll try to speak to you.
Someday we can hug each other again, in new ways.
You were right all along.
God is Love.
I love you.”
With each thought, what feels to be a warm pulse travels down my arm, into the urn.
Maybe in some way it can deliver the message from my brain, to her slumbering ashes? Perhaps.
Perhaps.
#368
“Ownership is an illusion.”
#369
Looking around the room filled with family, different people are different candles, imagining their wicks lower or higher given the age, but at any point the flame could go out
#370
“What type of ‘bird’ am I? One who observes, or one who scavenges, one who protects…. One who unites? All of them?”
#371
“A journey is not defined by its start nor its end. A journey is defined by itself; the journey. Every single step.”
#372
“Maturity, even within a year’s time - On the other end of the tunnel I’ve emerged, at last, with a clear vision of the world and myself; I am ready to try again, reborn, if the opportunity presents itself.”
#373
“Down by that creek, we used to play.”