11/16/2016

Transmutation

There is no catastrophe in the present moment. But the mind, full of past and future, loves to project its anguish into the world, then play the victim in its own melodrama...

What happens to my fear, my rage, when I breathe it as the sacred energy of Presence, without telling a story about it in my head?

This suffering gracefully transmutes into sparkling awareness, pure, transparent as the sap in a scarlet dahlia, and I become available to love.

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