Abide
It’s hard not to anticipate the blossoming of a bud, isn’t it? Our mind leaps ahead to imagine its possibility, and we become pregnant, like the bud, with hope and excitement. Then, we wait. Arrested by the image of a blossom in mind instead of the bud right before us. Waiting comes with an expectation that something is going to happen, and that takes us off our centre ever so slightly.
What if we held no idea of becoming? What if we did not know that a bud will blossom or what will happen?
What if we simply abide in this moment of the bud, with the bud, and feel?
Abide
Wait not for the seed to take root
Wait not for the bloom
Abide, life flows
There is nothing to end the wait
Surrender your hopes
Empty your expectations
Everything happens in being
Abide, your thirst be quenched
Release memory and possibility
Even the concept of now
Abide, this moment be eternity
As Earth takes you through the seasons
In your temple, by your axis
Abide with grace
As the absolute burgeoning
Across the prairie and bursting
Into soft radiance
All while you abide.
Waiting asks for patience; abiding, loyalty.
🍯 The Dandelion Notes ~ Writer’s Fund
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Hello & welcome — I am glad you are here. I am Rosslyn Chay, facilitator, healer, poet—each of these, a very human attempt to mend our fractured relationship with our nature and free the truth of who we are from the weight of our history. The Dandelion Notes are field notes on my attempts.