Possessed by Life.
Life happens. It does not move the way I want it to. Not a bad thing, I say. Not a bad thing at all.
Sickness in the soul, a sign of being out of alignment with life.
Yet, there are always traces of life to lead us back.
We don’t own life, it owns us.
Possessed by Life.
Sick
in my soul—
if I’d just
admit it
to myself, I’d recognize
my successes
in what seems mediocre
to plain sight
such as being able
to lift oneself
off the bed
and into
the shower;
preparing
and feeding
myself
a nutritious meal;
replying
that text or that email
gathering dust
in the inbox;
uttering hello
to another;
lighting
my commitment
with the incense;
meditating, writing, reading, inquiring to get myself
through a day
Rumi said, You must ask for what you really want
Now, ask,
at the slightest whiff of desire
Make space
even for my closed heart—drown
the room in gloom. Admit
I’m homesick—I, a likely cause—a reason
not an excuse. Give up trying
to cope, let myself
burden
till I recover
the heart that blooms
in the blackest
expanse.
Meanwhile,
respect
the unconscious will
to breathe
while the conscious will
to die
lives.
Follow the breath. Let it guide you.
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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.