I contemplate how I’ve always known the underlying truth
And the way it always felt even more “special” for me in some way
Because I actually knew IT was underneath all the layers of costume
And as long as I acknowledged, on occasion, the memory of IT
I could accept this life of the costumed “person” with (meaningless) opinions
In this instant – I am fully cognizant that
Attachment to a belief/opinion/perspective
Is the demise of Truth.
One cannot ever know the truth.
It’s an unspoken language.
The way a tree exists.
Well we’re not trees
but can we behave as if we were?
Recognizing and practicing our innate qualities of resilience
Yielding in all directions while remaining fully rooted to our foundation
Even being uprooted, and being okay with that too
When we’re so sure that our leaves are green, we need to remember that too can change
I used to meditate while observing a tree in my back yard through the window
It was as if the soul of that big old oak tree was placed in my view just for that purpose
To help me remember how to BE