A Soft Resting in What Is

July 22, 2025 - meh

It's been rare to feel more at peace than I feel this moment.
A “nothing to do, nowhere to go, everything is already here” moment.
A soft resting in what is.
No proving.
No fixing.
No chasing.
Just me, here, as I am.

The mind quiets. The heart opens. And what’s left is the truth that’s been here all along.

I can reflect now.

To feel fear, deep pain, and regret
alongside grace, gratitude, and joy.
This is what it means to be fully alive.

Not numbing. Not hiding.
Feeling everything and staying present anyway.
I find that real courage is in the sitting through transcendence,
unfolding in real-time.

Dinner. Candles. Puja. Incense.
It’s a sacred moment after a fierce purifying through fire.

Each act, however small, becomes a prayer.
A return.
A yes to life.

And embracing the paradox within that yes?
holding suffering and grace in the same breath.

This is the path.
This is the temple.
This is the offering.

I am not broken. I am breaking open,
and light is shining through the cracks.

It’s in moments like this I feel the presence of the Beloved,
great saints,
ancestral wisdom of compassion and decency.
the Oneness,
the Witness,
the ineffable.

So many experiences since birth are starting to align,
showing me how this moment is possible.
How to sit in unarmored presence.
How to recognize it… not as something to achieve,
but as something that’s always been here,
quietly waiting to be remembered.

It’s shining through the cracks now.
And I see it.
And I understand it.

This presence, raw, open, and undefended,
was buried the deepest.
It was planted in shadow.

A seed hidden beneath layers of protection and performance.
Not because I was weak, but because I was wounded.
And armor felt safer than truth.

Still, I’ve always known:
I long to be seen, just as I am.
I didn’t know how to allow that to happen.

Could it have felt like a contradiction to the roles I had to play?
Perhaps.

But now…
I am seeing,
the only thing left to see,
and all that remains,
is Truth.

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