Here you are, Natalia: in the promised land.
Look — and watch autumn paint leaves. Listen — and hear the sound of clothes washing themselves. Taste — and savor the salt, sugar, chocolate and almond flavors mingling on your tongue. Feel — and sense the love that surrounds you.
But it is NOT ENOUGH. Not nearly enough. Magnificence and glory await. Joy, indescribable and unimaginable, evident in a momentary tingle in your body, in a flash of almost-seen ultraviolet light, in an expansiveness that constricts as soon as it’s perceived.
Beauty . . . Sweetness . . . Love . . .
Exhaustion . . . Despair . . . Pain . . .
bind you . . . . constrict you . . . restrict you . . .
Can you let it all go?
“I can’t let go of my children!” I hear your shout. Have you so little faith in them? Have you forgotten that they are Masters?
Comfort . . . Familiarity . . . Ease . . .
Uncertainty . . . Lies . . . Deceit . . .
Promises . . . Dreams . . . Goals . . .
Can you let them all go
And allow Great Mystery?
I wrote this on October 25, 2013. I could be writing it today. Wondering why I so often feel Life is wonderful, but it’s not enough. It’s not enough.
Swan Mothers 
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