all is sold.

Yesterday was quite tough on me, but not my soul. Since a very long time, rivers of lightness illuminated my beingness, soaring skyward toward love that is unconditional and unbearable.

Oh, I cry every morning now. I lapse into tears remembering my death, my self quite hopeless as it sells all what tied her to her God. It feels quite lonesome giving up her companion, children, work and all possessions. All the worldly talents and gifts— all sold to their true owner and creator. I feel the immense lightness of nothingness and become weakened by grace.

Streams of blessings keep coming— and I feel shy. Oh, I feel shy to accept all that kindness and abundance from everyone and everything. When one sees their source, it becomes a burdening truth that wakes me in the dark, saying His name, the Beloved bestowing light.

I sell all my desires. I’ve become frail and feeble, invisible and silent, at home within the celestial melodies of my soul. It has become beyond even love.. and what’s beyond love is nameless and timeless.

Perhaps this space is called a daylight dream— and how come I’ve given up all my dreams? Oh, letting go has changed even the most permanently inscribed features of who I am, or who I was.