This pain. This heaviness. This bitterness. This tension. This discontent. Every morning.
A bit of human psyche for me to dismantle today through seeing its reality.
How light is living for small children.
It takes great effort to create and sustain the experience of suffering.
Picking up and carrying along bags of heavy matter: thoughts, in essence.
I used to believe in, in other words to buy and carry along, beautiful thoughts.
Now I see. Thoughts come in tight packs of opposites.
How light is living for small children.
And also for grown ups who realized they could end it all in an instant, through perception of its beginning and end in one single sight. And patience. To let it pass.
“This too shall pass”.
©️A. Garden, July 2019
Theo and Mira 