Completely lost for words after another joyful day spent with near and dear ones, I am looking for inspiration to write. I am sitting in a train, flicking through my journal from a few years ago. I find this beautiful poem that I must have copied from somewhere but did not take down the author’s name. It fills me with hope.
“Willing to experience aloneness
I discover connection everywhere,
Turning to face my fear
I meet the warrior who lives within.
Open to my loss
I am given unimaginable gifts,
Surrendering to emptiness
I find fullness without end.
Each condition I flee from persues me
Each condition I welcome transforms me
And becomes itself transformed
I bow to the one who has made it so
Who has crafted this master game
To play it is pure delight,
To honour, is pure devotion.”
I see glimpses of the ‘gifts’ and the ‘fullness’ every now and then but they seem to be somewhere far away. Transformation seems unachievable as it must take so much energy. May be it happens at a very subtle level at a pace of its own. However, I am very grateful for the glimpses. Small steps. 🙂