Oct 10
Wailing
Swirling
Churning.
From the depths
But not yet seen.
Hands heavy.
Attention.
Here and
Gone.
Pulling me down
Jesus,
Buddha,
Connection to Source.
Pulling me down
And down.
The ground,
But deeper
The bottom of the sea
But deeper
I find
My grief.
It’s source unknown,
Just there.
Always has been.
Relics of a past before mine?
No matter.
The bottom
Salvation
From suffering.
The bottom,
The pain
the pain
the pain.
The bliss of
feeling human.
Swirling
Churning.
From the depths
But not yet seen.
Hands heavy.
Attention.
Here and
Gone.
Pulling me down
Jesus,
Buddha,
Connection to Source.
Pulling me down
And down.
The ground,
But deeper
The bottom of the sea
But deeper
I find
My grief.
It’s source unknown,
Just there.
Always has been.
Relics of a past before mine?
No matter.
The bottom
Salvation
From suffering.
The bottom,
The pain
the pain
the pain.
The bliss of
feeling human.
This has been a common theme in many of my morning meditations. Tapping into grief with a source unknown to me - as if it wasn’t mine. Or maybe mine from daily living…
