As he was coming into the world, he called after him;
“O my light piece, never let go of your heart, no matter what happens on this journey! No matter what, don't entrust it to anyone! He is both my hand and his own land. You cannot take root without it, you cannot exist without it. As I sent you on this journey, I also put your treasure in your heart. Do not squander it, do not devalue it and trample it, do not sell it for three money. It is the only light that will brighten your being!”
“Well,” said the man, “I will never let go!”
“Of course you will,” said the great spirit, “Of course you will. If it were so certain that you wouldn't let go, you wouldn't need to go to this world! You wouldn't need to experience it. But know that you always have the power to remember, even if you let go, you can find it again and hold it. That power is your sense of completeness. You will never feel full until you hold her hand. Follow that hunger for fullness! Even if you don't go, your hunger for completeness will never leave you. I gave him a guide as well.”
A frightened person, holding on to himself with that fear. But he still believed he could do it! He has kept his word!
We have already forgotten, most of all, that we can make mistakes, that by making mistakes we can find our own way and that is the most natural thing. We forgot to be natural, what that means. We tried to compare ourselves to people we thought were natural, as if there was a definite definition of naturalness. As if everyone is the same.
We forgot that we are different from everyone else and everyone is different from us! We considered it safe to be squeezed into the norms, to be pruned and to be without arms or legs. To appear silently and talk inside ourselves, to bury our feelings a thousand and one floors under the ground without revealing to anyone.
It's like the harbor I left behind is scanning the horizon
I don't know when to cross that line that is scanned
My hands are not combing your hair
Does it disperse and gather with the wind?
We did not forget about elegance and did not express our opinion. At that very moment, we already committed our greatest rudeness, our shame.
We have forgotten what is real, what is a game, what is ours, what is bought from outside.
We forgot it.
We forgot so much that we were swept away from place to place. Neither a rope held our feet, nor anyone who knows.
The day came, the despair that we hit the ground, caught us by the neck. While we were squeezing into a corner and all our guards were shattered on the floor, he held the mirror in his hand in our face!
You and you looking at you are alone!
No one to blame, no hole to run, no thought to hide! Whatever you think, you in the mirror hear your mind at the same time. If you move, you move, if you shout, you shout, if you run, if you run, if you look, it looks; just like life.
Now would you stop struggling and stop for a moment and look into your eyes?
Just for a moment, look and say, "Calm down, it's me."
Calm down, I'm here.
As I always am! Stop, don't flutter!
Shame! Do not be afraid!
Just me.
Do you remind yourself? The word you held to before he was born? Do you remember the treasure you brought with you?
Do you stop running away from the feeling of "No matter what I do, it doesn't work" that follows you like crazy? Do you remember that feeling was your "guide"?
Do you understand that the unfilled emptiness inside you is for your own good, that it is a detector of the wrong paths you walk?
Do you “understand” that if you follow the path of your own heart, that feeling will also leave you, and that your task will now end?
Now would you look into his eyes and boldly step into the love of your own feeling, just for yourself?
Can you just voice the words of your own heart?
Can you stop repeating and get out of this repeat chain?
do you remember
Everything you did was for you. Those who are and those who are not.
For you to see, learn and continue. So!
Do you remember; That the one and only hand that you will not let go is the hand of your heart?
Let the stars stay open in the dark,
Flow like the moon into my room from my window.
Come without the walls holding moisture, let the secret be kept out of breath.
This is so poetic and expressive! Even we know the real heart has no hands, this one still makes me wanna follow what you said. Our hearts is one with us, if we let go of its hands, where are we supposed to be headed?