Enough. These few words are enough.
If not these words, this breath.
If not this breath, this sitting here.
This opening to the life
we have refused
again and again
until now.
Until now
David Whyte
Enough. These few words are enough.
If not these words, this breath.
If not this breath, this sitting here.
This opening to the life
we have refused
again and again
until now.
Until now
David Whyte
Anxiety, irritability, fear, anger are all echoes of a suppressed childhood emotion that’s never been allowed to surface. We’d rather sedate or control such feelings with meds, alcohol, drugs, TV or worry.
There is another option.
By being aware in the present moment through meditation and other portals, we are able to sense the causal feelings behind our discomfort.
Perceiving these feelings without condition, releases the movement of energy (trapped in the inner-child) and allows it to flow freely and harmoniously again.
Inspired by the teachings of Michael Brown’s ‘Presence Process’
TO A CHILD
The greatest poem ever known
Is one all poets have outgrown:
The poetry, innate, untold
Of being only four years old.
Still young enough to be a part
Of Nature’s great impulsive heart,
Born comrade of bird, beast and tree
And unselfconscious as the bee-
And yet with lovely reason skilled
Each day new paradise to build
Elate explorer of each sense,
Without dismay, without pretence!
In your unstained transparent eyes
There is no conscience, no surprise:
Life’s queer conundrums you accept,
Your strange Divinity still kept . . .
And life, that sets all things in rhyme,
May make you poet, too, in time-
But there were days, O tender elf,
When you were Poetry itself!
Christopher Morley