I am utterly in love with awakening and healing and yet it can be so painful to see your wounds in all of their disgusting glory. I forget all too often on this journey, I must admit. The moments of remembering just how truly divine I am are the greatest blessings. I say to myself “Oh that is who I am, how could I forget again”. My feelings of separateness fade away and I am washed in love. I believe this remembering and forgetting is a part of this shift. I know this because every single moment is exactly the perfect unfolding of our experience. I am watchful to this knowing, the signs are ubiquitous. I remember that you are me and I am you. When I condemn another, I condemn myself. Your heart is my heart. When I feel this love, the compassion in my heart in unbearable. For soon, we will not be afraid anymore. We will remember and bask in the unity for a great while. Remaining unattached, knowing that the cycle will end and begin again.
A Blip In Time... 