What Now? Versus What's Next?

“The journey begins here with whatever is capturing your attention.” —Radiant Sutras

The lake. The sounds of birds. Sounds of kids playing. The trees. The sounds of humans working their machines. But this last one is subtle.

Nature is capturing my attention. Softness, silence, solitude.

In this moment, it’s me, my writing, this pen, and this beautiful journal. So much love was poured into creating this journal. It’s taken me years to have the courage to inscribe my thoughts and reflections onto these pages.

Now is the moment to enter the beauty that I have felt unworthy of entering. It’s off limits. Or so I thought.

Now is the moment to enter the beauty with perceived barriers. Sacred. Quiet. Silence. Listening. Stillness.

Emotions want to encapture all, to flood my being with the sacredness of the divine essence of love. There’s a reaction—fear to this movement—an attempt to reject. Noise from news. Actions and procrastinations counter one another.

Return to the blank space. Be present with nothingness, with emptiness. Observe the yearning to consume, but be still in the yearning.

Pausing at the doorstep of beyond. Enter beauty with nothingness, emptiness. Enter with space so that the extraordinary may dance in your presence. Weave in and out of the space that is you.

Unattended, unattached. Leave the doors open. It is not yours to keep. You own nothing.

The beauty is only that in the presence of freedom. Its opposite leads to suffocation and drainage.

Possession is the death of beauty.