Out of the dearth of barren dust,
The breath lifts you up,
Propels you above the highest summits and the lowest valleys.
Out of the insights gained,
The truth unfolds.
Scenes from your movie.
You start to see things as they truly are,
For you become as you truly are.
Not hiding behind the walls that you've erected or the tales you've resurrected,
In which you've painted yourself the victim or the victor.
You become the director,
Embracing your power,
Directing it through the holes of emptiness and slowly,
Quietly,
You become whole.
The healing is subtle.
Forgiveness is silent.
It need not be shouted from the rooftops or broadcast from towers.
You alone need to hear it.
Embrace it.
Live it.
Upon the snow-covered peak,
The flower of humility blossoms.
The sweetest nectar flows from its deathless center,
Sustaining life while all around it sprout the weeds of puffed up prides,
Alluring seeds.
Their sole purpose,
To feed the ego's needs.
Overturn the stones of your consciousness and treasures long buried will be revealed.
Cleansing streams will wash away the dust.
Polish the corners that have gathered rust and decay.
A new day has dawned.
Live its promise.
Speak its language.
Dance in its halls.
Receive its gifts,
Irrespective of how they are wrapped.
Whether with bows or thorns,
They are guaranteed to transform.
Do not get fixated on form,
For not all that glitters is magic and not all that shatters you is tragic.
Allow your heart to break open so that you can feel everything.
Shed the garb of numbness that has clothed you for way too long.
Realize that you have exchanged the vibrancy of life for security's drab illusion.
Change is constant.
The river keeps flowing.
So too must life flow.
Instead of seeking to control it,
Surrender yourself to it.
With flexibility and ease,
Glide through its waters.
Dive into its most profound depths and emerge reborn.
