Aug 16, 2017
#53
Sadhana
Is this practice like a river? Its waters are full with tastes and knowledge. Trying to hold onto these states however uplifting, the visions however enlightening, and the experiences however fortunate, is like trying to hold onto the moving waves. Rising and falling, they come and go.
I can only observe how one by one they enter and wash something heavy out of my being, every time a bit more. I can only pray for the strength to keep treading the waves.
I can only remember to re-enter again and again these cooling waters and let them thoroughly soak and loosen every memory of the shore.
I can only hope to simply stay open to the soft and forceful current, and thus, carried by your love, to meet the ocean.
August 2017, Voronezh