Can we move without expectation — without confining what wills to arise to that which is known, and be fully present to witness the spontaneous movement of being?
Can we allow — allowing what comes to come, what goes to go, without demanding its arrival ahead of its ripeness, without pushing it out of the door before it has matured?
Can we move beyond comparison, beyond judgement — beyond all that chips away at a false sense of self, and instead recognise that there really is no ‘other‘?
Can we see that none of this is personal — that the rainbows and rainclouds are not born with concrete meanings, but arise within you, the impersonal sky of being?
Can we release — releasing all that is known, all ideas and concepts, all shoulds and wants, and open wholeheartedly to embrace the beauty of the divine unfolding?