the courtesy of invisible silence.

 

the weight of wrong doing fills my body, a heaviness in my centrefold, and i see myself more than before. 

what was it that pinned me into separation again? an answer finds itself in my heart.

you spoke, knowing it was you.

you manoeuvred, knowing it was you.

you guided, knowing it was you.

you saw that it was you.

but it was Me.

this soul is leaning into being courteous with its time. but this time is one of invisible silence. the supreme goodness of intentions enough to be planted in the heartfelt ground of loving worldliness. the growth and halting of growth that evolves— it is not I. 

light longs to be seen as light, unattached, free flowing and ever-expansive. the heart feels the wrongdoing in attaching itself to it and feels weighed down trying to manoeuvre it by design. the sacredness is inscrutably unspeakable. it longs to be received with this courtesy.

surrendering words and doing, light flows into observing eyes, followed intently. it smiles into its becoming and does not dare to touch its orchestration. it learns to let go seeing itself.

one fears seeing gratitude before Him. one fears seeing the miracles abound. one must surrender to nothingness to truly be what time teaches it to be.