I see you,
Dear one.
I see how gentle and loving and patient you are with everyone that you come into contact with.
The forgiveness and compassion that you show is a gift.
I also see how unforgiving you can be when it comes to yourself.
Come,
Come and rest.
You have permission to pause.
Our society teaches us that success equals being busy all the time.
It is in this busyness we are unable to hear the whispers of the heart and the yearnings of the soul.
The list of things to do becomes louder than our soul's dharma.
Hush now.
Listen.
You have permission to pause.
It is in these moments of pause that we are able to put down the shaken up snow globe of life.
Visions that have become clouded are able to once again present themselves.
It is in these moments of pause that we are able to put down what's heavy and remember that we are held by the soil which we tread upon.
Put it down,
Dear one.
You have permission to pause.
It is in these moments of pause that we are able to taste the sweetness of the honey that flows through this life.
The grace note in your favorite song.
The fourth part of this exquisite breath that you breathe singing for your existence.
Breathe deep,
Dear one.
Receive the music.
You have permission to pause.
Does the moon base success on how fully it shines?
Does the sun lose a sense of accomplishment when it takes a day to hide behind the clouds?
Do they bicker and argue and compromise the other's ability to take its turn in the sky?
You have permission to shine,
Dear one.
You also have permission to rest and to sleep and to nourish yourself in the exquisite darkness that comes before new beginning.
You have permission to pause.
I see you,
Dear one.
I see you giving everyone else permission.
It's your turn now.
Come.
Come and rest.
You have permission to pause.
Breathing in,
I expand in all directions.
North,
South,
East,
West.
I summit the highest peaks as I rise closer and closer to the heavens.
I explore the deepest depths of the sacred ocean.
Receiving messages from the mystery in a language so much deeper than words.
The sun of my heart rises in glorious luminous light as I am able to also celebrate its setting.
Knowing this cycle and my heartbeat continues on.
And I pause.
Suspended in a place of timeless and infinite expansion.
I know I will descend from the mountain as I will emerge from the sea.
The east and the west will lovingly take turns with light once again.
But not yet.
Can you feel it?
Can you taste it?
Can you hear it?
The grace note,
The fourth part of the breath.
This is where infinity resides.
Holding space for the pause.
And I exhale.
You see theumbo ball.
Oh.
You
