Again and again the churn and burn of an anxious mind.
No matter how many words I throw at it, it still burns with the wanting of Something.
Answers, guidance, validation…
This mind will never be satisfied.
But the embodied heart….
Attention moving to the physical sensations of this heart being in this living, flowing, scintillating moment.
Breath, feet knowing Earth’s whispers.
The ocean of air and, yes there’s it is… the remembrance of the Creator.
Creating this and this and this.
Offering the perfection of this living Present to be acknowledged and appreciated.
May all beings awaken to the Truth of loving creation in the stillness of their spacious hearts.