Humility is mostly found in your heart space. It’s not something you do in your brain, although you can decide it. It's not that you pretend you’re not arrogant, if you find that's your thing, and it's not something you would do to feel even lesser about yourself than you already do (if that's your thing).
There's a list of commands to guide us. But I think it's largely misunderstood. It doesn't help that the interpretation of the bible that we heard in the 20th century was so incredibly closed-minded and that there are still people who sound like robots insisting on it. Do people think that their shallow robotic thoughts reflect God? That One who was so incredibly creative that every science book explaining any aspect of creation still can't touch Him?
It seems that we emerge into the light from darkness.
It is by cultivating the light in the dark that it emerges. You can experience light in your own body. Our challenges, those that bring discomfort can be seen as darkness. But striving for compassion or tolerance, a love for God, or whatever response that's better than the average, are ways to bring light from dark. These responses will accumulate and one day you'll notice you feel different inside. Light. Joy. In other words, with enough of these responses (forgiveness, kindness, etc.), and using them, one day you may just find your body embodying the light. And maybe this is "enlightenment". Whatever it is, it feels good.
Why so much suffering?
Because we're refined in the fire. And that's more valuable than gold.
Both in and outside of you. The feeling that lands in your heart space. That solidity, at times love, the connection....to yourself. That's God.
And then flip to your mind.
Your contemplation, your hopes, your ability to communicate, pray with thoughts and not words, or words if that's your thing. There He/She is again.
That first one inside, but not a complete list of all the ways He's inside.
That second one, not a complete list of outside. Those trees you see whose roots are connected, trees communicating with each other, telling stories while they move in the breeze. An aspect of God (The Father if that's what makes you comfortable), the Venus Pudica - one more representation for All that God is. The masculine, the feminine, and every magical faerie in that exists in between.
Everybody is breaking up with everybody
except at AA
They don't break up with you
personal relationships be damned
Everybody's looking for a reason
regardless of the season
but you don't, oh no
Your happiness through yet another door
Everybody's got their own mind, their own shit
running feels like an option
moving on
the wake of your existence hurts me
The swell and flow
A glow for now
Filled, then emptied, no longer existing
and filled again
The stuff that comes, speaks, realises, and then is gone again
Until next time, I am biding my time
The mundane, the hopeful, the magical, the oppressed
I'll meet you here
She didn't drink that day. Not that day. Her house looming up on her like ghosts with nowhere to go. The ghosts were silent, still, screaming and begging. As though their pain couldn't be heard, felt, sympathised with, loved. She honoured that. Met it with kindness, stopped scolding them, stopped turning away, running. It was an exercise in mercy. It was something she could do for a time. Until it was no longer time. Letting them in on her terms. Letting them breathe, and her too.
She felt this way lately This raw emotional pull Wrapping her heart in pain Tired Letting go Smudging And placing her feet on the ground Roots you say Roots I say Roots
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