Of Denial

Of denial:

with no wish of denial, and this moment being exactly as it is - this is where my faith belongs, an instant filled by life in the rawness of its happening. There is no real escape from this and no need for any attempt to flee. Life always follows, a holding presence of its exactness, whatever is occurring now is the reality of just this moment. I'm urged to stay with this, to allow, and allow, and keep myself open to this fragile time of hurt and sense of loneliness.

to not deny a moment of this moment.

it's not so difficult, and I find myself approaching it all with tenderness, that my own presence holds the world without bias, and every wound belongs as it's found, no rush to heal, nor to push my hurt aside. To just be present, accepting this sense of brokenness through each piece that comes to me, simply holding, holding, until absolved of separate point of its belonging. 

only wholeness now.

and of course it's been this all along, a willingness to hold each present hurt and every slight that life offers. Nothing is ever truly denied, but only unacknowledged, unattended to the proper light of my attention. I am called to heal in the very instant of my hurt, held through the terrors of my every lonely point, and never once broken from the wholeness of existence. I come to see this when I'm ready, no moment is rushed, tenderness is always present. 

with no wish for denial, and this moment being exactly as it is...

this is where my faith belongs. 

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Peace, Eric