shhhhhhhhh… come closer now and sit by the crackling fire. The stone of this hearth will warm you, if you will allow it.
Sit, while I pour you some tea, and wrap you in these looming fables.
Let the silence whisper something to you, that I could never say.
Let the flick of an ember into darkness, remind you.
Let the quiet glisten on the bones of this house, and the earth tuck neatly for the tale.
The hum of this rocker on wooden planks holds within it a millennia of happenings,
so close your eyes, and feel the winters air across your brow.
it is all a great story, my love. All this you thought you had to be. All this you thought you were,
and were not.
There is nothing you need understand. There is nothing you need let go of. There is nothing that you could aspire to, or become,
it is all utterly well in your world.
Don't wait for your thoughts to catch up with this, it is already true,
and you know it.
Deep down, this knowing sings like a night bird on ancient branches,
It plucks you and pulls you and softens your feathers,
Can you hear it?
Every nuance of your daily life is a note in her play of song. Every heartbreak, a drama that imbibes her.
What more could freedom want than the full of your experience? What more could she want than the sweetness of minutia?
This is a wonderful life, my friend.
Every aspect of existence comprises that very wonder.
It is not a place that can be worked towards, or arrived at,
it's here, it's here it's here
all the while.