The plant outside my window holds water when it drizzles. Carrying little miniature ponds on its body. A testament of its cleansing. Water carries our pain. It cleanses and renews. It carries different forms. The turbulent storms at sea and the calm ponds on land.
It can hold multiple truths within it.
Still waters run deep. We barely see the storms that lie behind the eyes of others. This world is filled with pain. It is dense, constricted and it scars our hearts intensely. Some forms of hurt are loud and can be seen. Other forms are deep, rooted, covert, gentle nicks at your soul that can make you forget who you are. We carry this pain. Tightly folded in our grasp. The patterns we notice, the ones we try to avoid. We hold on to our hurt and in turn hurt others. That is the cyclic nature of this place. So so much pain. So much beauty. Through it all, we heal, we emerge and brave the world regardless.
What a grand lesson we must learn. I free my heart and hold on to love instead of pain. Let’s take this water, cleans our souls and soothe our wounds. We are all children of the divine. You are held. You are seen. You are loved. Remember who you are. Through these violent motions, love yourself, love others. We come here to remember who we are. We are the oneness, the unseen force of divinity flows within us. The source of all that is holds us. We are source and product of source.
Infinite perspectives, each as grand and beautiful as the next. Everything happens as it should. I am free. I mould and shape my perspective like wet malleable clay in my palm. My soul is a fragment of fragments, particles entangled yet cohesively affected. Fractured souls prancing about frantically. Trying to find meaning. Seeking what is real, when the realness lives eternally within us. This pain that is beyond measure, shines a light on the beauty that lies within us. That light is then reflected to and by the souls we then encounter through our lifetimes.
Look at this wonderful life we live, we are lucky to have this physical experience. Everything dies to be transformed and reborn again, to a new cycle, a new experience. Through everything, love yourself, wholly and truly as the divine, or rather, as God loves you. This cycle is just for a moment so that we may learn our lesson and forge our souls. The eternal understanding of the divine source resides in every fraction of our being. What a beautiful imagination this unseen force has!