Tuesday, November 27, 2018

My Own Sadness, Simply Allowed


it's just a continuous allowing - nothing of 
my humanness is or can be 
excluded 

in the space of this receiving - I am

~
and in this I come to relax in freedom, liberated from the concerns of spiritual acceptance, there is no need to pursue, nor maintain, a state of being or train of thought for a particular outcome. For in truth, as I see it it now, there is no real outcome in a constant shift of living - it's all motion, not a single thing set in the permanence of a moments belief. 
Everything changes. 
So I find myself in grief for the loss of my dog, I mourn his company, and there is no need for there to be anything other than this - my own sadness, simply allowed. 

Peace,
Eric 

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