Oh human,
What has happened to you?
Not tired of life or just tired of thought?
Just for a breath,
Look inward where silence once lived.
See how the mind has grown dull,
How it has folded itself into heaviness.
And still,
You are here.
Gently now,
Rise,
Not in haste but in awareness.
Just once,
Lift your body like the earth is calling you back.
Look,
The sun is not distant,
It is walking toward you.
Arms wide open,
Pouring gold into the silence of your being.
Let it touch you,
Not your skin alone,
But something deeper.
Let it awaken what was forgotten.
Feel it as if life itself is remembering you.
The flowers,
They are not silent.
They are offering fragrance without asking anything in return.
Receive it as if existence is breathing through scent.
The butterflies,
They are not in a hurry.
They are painting the sky without knowing they are artists.
Let their color fall into your eyes and dissolve within you.
Take a breath,
Deep,
Slow,
As if the earth itself is entering your being.
The trees,
Stand quietly,
Turning sunlight into shade,
Turning fire into softness.
Can you see it?
But without resistance,
Just love becoming form.
Listen,
The wind is not empty,
It carries music,
With no musician.
And look,
Children running without reason,
Laughter spilling into the air,
Like it belongs everywhere.
A worker stands in heat,
Still creating,
Still moving.
A bird crosses the sky,
Not knowing limits.
Carries its world,
Grain by grain,
Without complaint.
All of existence is moving,
And you,
You are standing still inside thought.
Now,
Just look again,
Not at thought,
But at what is beyond it.
This world is not separate from you.
It is breathing with you.
The sky is changing colors.
The sun is returning to silence.
The moon is slowly rising.
Like a soft question in the dark.
And the stars,
They are simply watching.
Let it all enter you,
Not as sight,
But as presence.
Turn inward.
Look at yourself,
Not as a problem,
Not as a story,
But as existence itself.
You are not incomplete.
You are not apart.
You are not lost.
You are already part of this vast unfolding.
Don't run.
Don't resist.
Don't shrink into fear.
Take one step with full awareness,
And whisper to your despair.
You are not eternal.
You will pass.
Just as every wave passes,
This too will dissolve.
And see,
A quiet joy begins to rise,
Not forced,
Not created,
But arriving on its own.
Do not stop it.
Let it flow through you,
Like a blessing returning to you.
You are coming home.
You are alive.
And that alone is enough to go to existence.
Not to skip life,
But to truly leave it.
For,
To merrily pass through life is suffering.
But,
To leave it fully is awakening.
