Monday, October 8, 2012

Sometimes I write things down and then forget about them

Today I found this and I just thought I'd share it:

When you have something as precious as this you don’t waste time with expectations that can’t ever feel like now, because they don’t exist here. They don’t exist now. If someone told you that underneath where you stood a diamond was forming from your perfect application of pressure, would you move because your foot fell asleep? When it’s like this, you remain still and let the love move. 

This is precious. This is present. This is us. This what we do. And I have no idea what it is. I can’t be comfortable here. But I can live with it and flourish from the energy. In that way, it’s real. And that’s all the certainty I need.


I have no idea when or why I wrote this.

Peace,
Sesali B.