When you don’t try, when you are simply here now, when you don’t cover your sadness with a fake smile, When you are present To the flow of feelings To the coming and goings of Things as they happen You discover The joy of being real.
Trying, fixing, improving, is very tiring. It draws joy away from you.
No feeling, no life challenge, is unbearable. At the heart of every difficulty lies the joy of being real. The relief of feeling whole.
When you’re real you are the depth of the blue sky, you are the blossom of all flowers, you are the leaping sun in the morning, you are the treasure of the world.
When you don’t try, When you are simply here You finally rest Your life is in an embrace All the rest is flowing at ease And joy is simply yours.