Pause
As I fall, I pause, understanding that time seems to slow down for a moment. I clearly see that I am falling... still in motion. "How come time is not following its usual pace?" As I continue to fall, I find the time to think—why am I falling now?
My mind questions relentlessly as I approach the ground.
Finally, my face hits the ground with a loud bang, and at the last moment, my arms instinctively come to the rescue, cushioning me from the full peril of the crash. The impact is minimal—just a reflex of the body.
The same goes for the mind; it has its own mechanisms to cushion us from everything. A big bubble, constantly justifying its existence: "I am what I am." But if you strip me of that, what will I be? These are the shrills of a wavering mind. It wraps itself in this endless chatter, like bubble wrap, to conceal its true identity.
As I close for the day, I realise I have not been practicing what I used to.
A pause a day keeps darkness away.
Perhaps I should make a t-shirt out of that.
Back to reading and writing—the need to be more human: read, write, repeat. Let me begin something meaningful, something useful to humanity. Let the divine flow through me, allowing me to be a humble tool in the vast universe.
May love be the vehicle of today, and every day.