On Being

Being is a difficult thing to do. Truly being. Slipping aside any doubts and fears and just being that self that somehow exists so privately within ones body. It's a voice I suppose that feels so homely. It is a voice that melts away anything that blocks the being to unfold.

This being is raw and real. Under all the niceties and regulations one imposes on the being, there is that pure space within that knows.

A tiny portal of heaven given only be being still and listening to the being within. What does it say? A mountain appears, mauve and big, and there sits the being watching the serenity of life in the quietness of an open field. Here there is no danger. There is no threat. Here the being is safe because it is alone. It grows in the privacy of the individual's consciousness. The other is not here to mock, to tease, to threaten.

The being is an oasis within the self.

It is a place of safety, replenish, and love.

Yet, here in this internal space of beauty and stillness, the other feels closer; as if it could be a friend. For the being is nurtured and soothed by its one voice and sanctity and now, it feels safe. It feels big and warm and good! Now, the being is ready to live with or without the other.

There is wholeness and so everything is ok.

It is difficult to get into the being. To feel it, understand it, trust it. But it is there, waiting for the pause, the retreat. It is there waiting to drape the person in golden threats and light.

Letting go of external input and going back into the being, brings life back to oneself.

The layers are taken off and the being is finally revealed; pure and golden.

I close off with an exquisite line of Walt Whitman's poetry which encapsulates the meaning of being. It is a line of ode to the individual mode of being and it celebrates the oneness of each. To find this wholeness and purity one must go on into the land of being; being oneself. It is a journey of long and perilous hours but, it must be worth it after all.

“I sing a song of myself as others have done before me, but none have sung a song quite like this because this one is mine, and there will never be like me.”

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