Life is transient. Everything will come and go. Love comes and goes and comes again. Friends who I loved from the bottom of my heart have since left my life. Lovers. My mother’s touch. Her hands. The smell of her wet soapy skin after she washed off her make-up when I kissed her good night.
Clouds. The clouds in the Seattle sky, layered gray and white with windows of blue. Strips of golden light peering through. They come and go as I lie on this park bench. I want to be like the clouds. Letting go, letting go. I want to be like the light rain that kisses my cheeks, like the wind that heals me, like the calm water of Lake Washington that keeps moving. Keeps moving. They teach me how to let go. How to Be.
But sometimes, I am like a rock. My inner teenager grips tight. She’s MAD. Furious. At the injustice of it all. She would like to just sabotage everything. I look upon her with compassion and love. I let her do her thing. She can rip every strand of grass from the ground if she needs to. I’m not afraid anymore.
There is only one truth. We are One. The bright sun rising comforts my heart. All is well. Keep flowing, keep flowing. Life is Transient. There is only Love. Only Love to Be. Even my inner teenager begins to understand it. With her hands and knees covered in mud – a lifetime of frustration. It’s gone in an instant when we become Love Itself.
I feel so much gratitude for this magnificent, transient Life. I will flow with you. Like the water & the wind. Thank you for your Grace.