Our refuge is within, my loves — in the softer spaces, where the stillness dwells and our stories are unable to follow.
In this space we may ‘be’ exactly who we are, absent the sway of expectation. To abandon that which we may term as ‘self’, to examine this world through compassion’s filter.
It is the exquisite risk, the ultimate forgiveness – a stepping stone to our greatest bliss…
Just this…and this, alone.
“So loveliness reigned and stillness, and together made the shape of loveliness itself…” – Virginia Woolf
My darlings, know this – there is nothing as lovely as you, alone.
In peace…
Namaste.
Going inward, one might stop at the tides of mind, thinking there was refuge… but no, deeper yet. Past the inner garden, where the things we plant grow, and past even the inner altar, where that which we treasure is elevated most high… the innermost refuge, the only true refuge, is at the very ground of consciousness, where stillness and silence reign in the formless as the upwelling of Love. <3