Life's Poetry

Life fills me with breath. My body expands... and then empties, collapsing. One beautiful breath. One spectacular moment. This is it; this is it... the only moment that counts. "Take it!" screams my heart.

And so I do.

"How? How do I take this moment and use it fully?" ... My mind wants to reason it's way through the moments of my life, yet I'm learning to soften my mind and enter my heart for direction instead. My heart has a guidance system of its own, but its system is not based on reason. Nope; it's based on something entirely different, something that can't be explained because it must be felt instead.

Inspiration; joy; love; compassion; equanimity: these are concepts, yes; and yet they reflect the vibrational fuel of a heart opened.

My heart yearns to be opened... more and more and more... to life, to each breath, to each moment as the blossoming of something grand and beautiful, even if perceived by the mind as painful or ugly to witness.

How does this work? How does one move beyond the mind's labels to witness what is with neutrality and beyond that, with inspiration, joy, love, compassion and equanimity?

My experiment of A Year To Love continues...