Life is Truth
The windows through which we catch glimpses of our true measure are far and few. We play with sizes, inflate and deflate, barely coming close to knowing our inherent value before distracting ourselves again.
I see my maturation, then go blind again
Turning my back on myself
When that shiny person appeared
There…where my parents’ gaze would land
And my gaze followed
There are always some moments, just like there is once upon a time. Though you know to honour who you have become, there remains this deep wishing. A wave of melancholy crests into a sigh. Light descends on parts of the ocean, elevating them in our sight. Magnificence, now divided to fit into the compartments of our mind.
They will not look this way, they may
Never ever. The pining does not stop
And it doesn’t have to
I love this wistfulness on their behalf
And mine
The seeds are scattered, falling miles away from its parent. Should they take root and grow, their beauty will never be reflected through the parent’s gaze. Yet, that has nothing to do with its beauty. What is true and real already exists; our gaze does not determine otherwise. Our imagination creates our reality but is irrelevant to reality.
The dandelion will not stop its becoming. It cannot either.
It is a bearer of life. It is life.
The storm roils; I watch it dance wildly in the winds
Dawn brings frost; I smell the cool freshness around it
Rays on its petals; I feel it soaking in the sun’s love
It is alive. It is it. It is.
And it is I, who experiences life.
Life does not pursue the light, we do. And without life, no pursuit is possible. We can remove ourselves from truth, but we cannot remove truth from us.
Here is life. Here is existence. And here is that who lives as I.
“There is in all visible things an invisible fecundity, a dimmed light, a meek namelessness, a hidden wholeness.” — Thomas Merton
In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I end this Dandelion Note with a gratitude video.
It isn’t everyday that I am able to connect deeply with my felt sense of life. It so happened that when I was invited to record this short clip, I found myself rooted in that place. Though it still remains awkward watching oneself on video, I am glad I now have this reminder, that once upon a time, I was in touch with the immense weight of my life.
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~Happy Thanksgiving~
🎁 A gift of solace for you and your loved ones~
As my friend, Richard, says about this book, “Give yourself the kindness and inner resolve of her words. You may find you, like she, awakening to life!”
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Hello & welcome — I am glad you are here. I am Rosslyn Chay, an inquirer, poet, and coach. The Dandelion Notes are field notes on my process and learnings through my human journey as I go on a quest to mend our fractured relationship with our nature.