Can we allow ourselves to BE the ever becoming … ?
Without need to arrive, without hesitation that we are indeed in the ‘right’ place …… Resting on THE DIVINE CUSP, always. Welcoming the ever bubbling aliveness, that is each new Now.
With open arms that embrace what is, just as it is . . . The seeming twists, the apparent turns . . . Bumps & edges, knocks & tilts, stumbles & tumbles, stillness & flow.
With no judgement – instead, with a joyous wonder that witnesses the magnificent unfolding that IS.
+ Becoming, without need to arrive ‘anywhere‘, or become ‘anything‘.
+ Expanding, without need to open any more then AS YOU ARE in this very Now moment.
Can we rest at this edge, marvelling at all that is seemingly unborn, apparently unknown, AND, WHILST, being fully present to all that is … ?
Like the white lip of a wave that is always fully present in its becoming … At once arising out of the oceanic waters, rising up to crescendo, and resting back in to itself. Never a moment at which the wave is not. Never a moment in which the water is not. Always vibrant in the aliveness of its own becoming.
Can we rest here? At the edge of arrival, in the moment of excitement that is at once ecstatic for what it is to become, as ecstatic for all that it is right NOW … ? The edge that lives the unfolding questions, rather then hardening in to tightened answers.
Always new. Always happening. Always Now.
Can we willingly let go of becoming ‘something‘, trusting instead in to the BECOMING that never seeks but for Now … ?