To wander,
To roam,
To reach out into the vastness of what is unknown and keep my hand there.
To trust what is heard in silence.
To finally feel what is too afraid to be felt.
To meander through the gentle notes of a land and trace her songlines with the tenderness of my souls.
To be embraced by a gravity that loves my aging so much it pulls down what it can hold to meet me.
To look up in the night sky and know myself as worthy enough to be a home for forgotten stars.
To forget the little story of me.
To simplify life through the act of unlearning what complicated it.
To marvel at the gift of experience,
The wonder of a somethingness rather than a nothing at all.
To walk away from fear as if it were an unfaithful lover.
To walk towards love as if it were an old friend.
To turn towards what is here over and over again.
To realize that the simple act of my feet touching the ground is as salient as an ascendant experience with the beloved.
To know my inner child intimately.
To remother myself.
To grow as a spirit but also mature as a human.
To know the body is a temporary river that was always on its course to merge home with its source.
To know I am never separate from what I seek.
To decide for myself what life should be and how it should look and feel.
To know that life is what I am,
Not something I have.
To be endlessly patient with myself.
To create,
Because that is what nature does.
To know nothing can cling to eternity.
To know death is no more an end than birth is a beginning,
Because they exist in what eternally continues.
To know happiness is elusive,
But freedom from unhappiness is attained by losing my story of suffering.
To not seek my sense of self in things,
But in the space in which all things exist.
To remember there is only one right way to live and to know that is my unique way.
To live slow,
Knowing there is a reason forgetfulness lives in what's fast.
To move away from old ideas of growth and know that everything expands only because it too contracts.
To treat all thoughts as just thoughts.
To be free of the illusory game,
Not win it.
To know there is no separate self and yet live as an individual expression of the one.
To know duality lives in the mind and not in reality.
To not know and be closer to truth because of my uncertainty.
To exist as more than an identity,
To live vividly as a presence.
To realise love is the surrender of will.
To remember the earth loves me back.
To re-story the past knowing it was just a story anyway.
To not speculate about a future that will never come.
To say yes,
Yes to it all.
To dream about the life I already have.
To unlearn separation and fracture.
To desire truth above all.
To run the soft gills of a feather across my cheek and remember home.
To play with life.
To feel the weight of a pebble in my hand.
To rediscover that my deepest sense of self needs nothing external to validate it.
To just be.
To be self-sustaining.
To live beyond the receding edges of my inheritance.
To leave a vital stone on the path for someone to use a hundred years from now.
To remember I am nature and the mind is its wildest expression of all.
To remember my kin is too,
Found in the 99% of earthly life that is not human.
To not negate my humanness for my divinity,
Knowing eternity lives inside the impermanence of my body.
To know ambition is like a plant finding its own way to the light,
Without the need for competition.
To know I always have enough.
To know success is measured in belly laughs,
Heart leaps and weathered feet.
To reach for the moon myself,
Not the finger that points to it.
To return from every emotional descent with treasure to offer the world.
To know wholeness is not some ethereal,
Spiritual attainment,
But a natural state of being that is always here,
In the present moment.
To know that when there's too much mind,
There's not enough mud.
To lift others around me so they may too,
Feel the sunshine on their beautiful faces.
To include.
To speak only of what I have experienced for myself.
To know the senses are doorways back into unfragmented reality.
To keep creating moments of silence to meet myself in,
And know that I am the silence I meet.
To end the search,
But keep wandering deeper into the vert of this moment.
To curl a cucumber tendril around my finger,
As if it were a newborn's finger.
To care.
To linger on a good word for hours.
To sip and ponder the deeper questions of life.
To build a fire when I cannot find others.
To let go,
Continuously.
To get drunk on quietude.
To celebrate my whole-sightedness in a culture that only praises the blind.
To know slow living is not slow,
But sane,
In a world full of maddening hurry.
To know my life is not my own,
But a gift to touch others with too.
To give myself all the time I need.
To never go back to who I was before crisis,
Loss or depression,
But to use those temporary states as a sacred opportunity to love myself more.
To know myself.
To not strive in order to become a someone,
But surrender to the peace that is being a nobody.
To be compassionate to the suffering world,
But not be overwhelmed by it,
So that I may be of service.
To be an elder in a world darkened and bereft of its ancient lighthouses.
To pay respect to the land I borrow.
To offer an heirloom of inner peace to my loved ones.
To forgive.
To know myself as a soul,
So I see the soul in everyone else I meet.
To laugh with the cosmos at the jest we call life.
To embrace death as a way of living well.
To decolonize what I see in the mirror.
To own very little,
But invest in the richness of experience.
To know true growth will always invite me to meet my edge.
To have courage.
To love anyway.
To weed my garden as if I were tending to my mind.
To diversify my opinions and values,
Knowing that monocrop beliefs deplete my inherent balance.
To remember it's how I walk that matters,
Not where I go.
To know my wounds are a symptom of the collectives,
And therefore to heal myself is a means of remedying the greater fracture.
To taste life sweetened by the nourishing compost of what has fallen away.
To live with my nose close to the earth so I can track the subtle scent of my soul.
To howl.
To know all the ways I forget myself.
These are the ways I will live in wholeness.
