I’m standing on this bridge, in between two worlds. The same magic that is there in every moment, seen and unseen. I remind myself that what I’m feeling in that very moment, is not a reflection on what really is. I create dramas and worries that are only real because I make them so. That life paints a different picture. Life is always dancing and nothing can change that, even silence.
Every time I lay down my head, something pulls me further away. Like a magnet, charged by the shadows that are left behind. I cling on to them, ignoring the light that exists. And I become lost and disillusioned, by the tragedies from my past. But I know that I’m getting there, to the place that I have not known in a long time. In my heart I’m already there.
Life wants to know what you are made of. It already knows who you are and what you need. But it wants to know more of what you ache for.
Life wants you to know what is inside of you. It wants you to realise that their is nothing you can’t face. It already knows that you’re already the fire. Now it needs you to know this.
That’s why life makes you ache sometimes, it breaks you down until you feel like their is nothing left. But their is my dear, underneath all the layers you have wrapped around yourself is a wholeness so pure, so full of love and magic.
This is life. Right here, right now.
That exchange between your coffee cup and your waiters hand. You have a moment and right away you feel that magic.
The sun touching you, at exactly the right spot, the very same spot it touched you yesterday.
Nothing else matters, but right here, right now.
Life is just way too precious, to be anything else. Anything but magic, when moments so light, so full of joy or in that moment of clarity and so much peace.
I had forgotten how good a coffee tasted. I had forgotten how good the world tasted.
So I gave myself the permission to stop just that little bit more.
I realised that it’s okay to tell myself that it’s the clouds that are really moving, and not the sky.
I realised that it was okay to talk to a stranger, to talk to a dog as if it were a person.
That just to feel the warmth of the sun touching my back is enough.
I realised that it was okay to enjoy the rain, that it not only cleanses the earth but it cleanses me too.
I realised, the sun and the rain can wake us up, if we just let it.
I lost my soul, in between the broken pieces of the past.
I got caught up in the drama of other people’s conflicts.
Then I found my fire again.
I learnt how to let it cradle me, hold me.
I learnt that I deserved so much more, that I was good enough, that I mattered.
I could and see the light trying to touch me, to show me that it was there, and that it never left.
I held onto it, as much as I could.
I had fought so much before, but life wanted me to fight even more. So I did, I fought as hard as I could.
Life needed me to realise that I already was the fire.
I become lost in the shadows, even for just moments.
The sky doesn’t feel familiar, and all I want to do, is to escape to any place but here.
But the day rises again.
All that was lost becomes found, all over again.
The sky comes back to me.
It wakes me up inside , sweetly whispering, to me with its wild breathe.