“Those who flow as life flows know they need no other force.”― Lao Tzu
I could no longer swim against the current, I had grown weary. So, I let the tide take me way out to sea, and in that moment of near drowning you held out your hand. You found me afloat in the darkness, unable to find my way back, I had almost lost the battle. I wanted to drown, to be suffocated, to end the misery, but in knowing I was not alone, I surrendered. I began to move slowly, parallel to the shore. I regained my strength. There was no more struggle, just a serenity of senses in very deep waters, “You can’t fight the waves,” a still small voice said, “rather enlist them in your struggle.” So I let all that is within me flow with the movement of the water, and the waves worked for me, as they brought me gently back to shore.
I am always thankful to those who reach out a hand of friendship when I am in the midst of struggle, no matter how tiny the voice. It’s like a life-line back to the shore, a beacon of light guiding me out of self-pity.. Never underestimate the power of love, kindness and friendship..
“We live between the act of awakening and the act of surrender. Each morning, we awaken to the light and the invitation to a new day in the world of time; each night, we surrender to the dark to be taken to play in the world of dreams where time is no more.” ― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
I’ve dug deep trenches of sadness, buried myself way down, and as the quagmire thickened I almost drowned…
a hostage to my sorrow no movement on my lips, in the deadliest of moments, I was miserably transfixed!
and the darkness enclosed me in a mausoleum of tears, I begged to never awaken just to quietly disappear.
and with patience I was gathered, my senses cleared in the light, seeing love all around me kindness gave me back my sight!
the years have gently softened me, though the wound still bleeds, carved out in remembrance, like rivulets on my cheeks.
Sometimes I awaken to sadness, then light to enters in, praying with each heartbeat, grace touches my skin…
And love always finds me, bringing me back to life in the blessings of each morning, that are fluently divine….