The Screaming Voice Inside Your Head

There's something bigger than the screaming voice inside my head.

I wrote this one day after my own meditation practice,

After remembering for what feels like the hundredth time that we are connected.

We are part of something so much bigger than the voice that stirs inside.

When we sit still,

Gently shut our eyes,

Step back,

Notice it all.

There is a vastness that lives beyond our own self,

Our own mind.

A bigness within ourselves that connects with all other life.

Experiencing the screaming voice,

But from a few steps back,

With a sense of something larger behind,

Like an angry beetle buzzing mindlessly,

Only to feel the rays from another great sunrise,

Slowing its wings,

Landing on a dewy blade of grass,

Allowing itself to feel the warmth from the sun.

The sun so grand and powerful,

The beetle unsure how it can exist in front of something so much bigger than itself.

Feel the sun.

It is here.

It is always here.