There is something deeper waiting

There is no fear to be had. Except the fear in the moment.

There is no confusion to be had. Except the confusion in that moment.

There is no pain to be had. Except the pain in that moment.

It is all alchemy, a perfectly designed system to alarm you of your current standpoint.

Do not be mistaken, these things are still to be felt, but also to be released—like a hurt animal that no longer needs nursing.

None of these things are to be owned, especially if you wish for the opposite.

So they are never had, although many will possess them and embody them.

But the opposite feelings are just as true—all except for love.

Love is true, love is pure—it’s the very organic matter of energy itself, the Source.

There is no joy to be had. Only to be experienced.

The same for excitement, peace, wonder, fulfillment. All of it is fleeting.

However, these are the things we yearn for, the things we deem as “good”.

And this is a noble path—to choose hope, to choose excitement, to choose joy.

To experience the truth of this world, it’s dual nature, and yet still reach for something better.

It’s no simple path, just as the opposite is true.

Just as I would appreciate and hold compassion for those that are venturing down a darker tunnel,
the same would be done for those that are holding light in that tunnel, for those that are outside of the tunnel waving the light excitedly at the end.

There is no greater courage to me than to hold light in the dark, to embody something you may be blind, deaf, and unknown to.

What a beautiful and noble path indeed.

To many, it is just and right to wear the armor of our dark past, to let it cling to our skin like a film, or a layer of ash— a reminder of it’s burning.

For a time, this may hold importance.

But it will come a time where this armor is to heavy to bear, and we must take it off, before it weighs us down.

Before it deters those that feel our light, but instead see a dark shadow around us.

I know this place all to well.

As many times as I forget, or become lost, or am guided down the dark tunnel once more.
I always arrive back to the light.

I feel more equipt, I feel more able to navigate it, with ease, with peace, with unwavering faith.

I wish to hold the torch up for exhausted arms, I wish to carry those who have collapsed just at the tunnel’s end.

I wish to flail the light excitedly at the end of the tunnel, causing sparks to flutter towards the mouth of the exit.

I wish to be there, for all, for all that once lost hope.

There is something waiting for you— hold on.

Nataraja, a depiction of Shiva, as the divine cosmic dancer.
Sourced from Pinterest, artist unknown.