Often I’m bemused at my ability to complain.
For in complaint we presume to know, and how can we possibly know the true order of things? Yet we whinge and moan and put all of our energy into law of attraction to make things happen, when it’s already happening.
In all the trying we fail to see our single job, the only task assigned to us that no-one else can fulfill. Our internal bliss, the only part handed down for us to manage and yet we fail. But the majestic beauty of it all is that we cannot fail.
It’s only in our eyes that we do so, and even when we think we’ve fallen our last fall into finality, we’re still caught and held. And all that was seen becomes unseen, whilst the unseen emerges as our new world.
The final inversion where we get to see that all we’ve ever really seen prior to the moment of pure sight, was never really there.
Our woes gone forever as the clear light of truth emerges. We’ve never had troubles, worries or complaints, as rising clarity presents, brought on not through learning or understanding, but through letting go. Our final terrifying moment of existence paves way to every wish being granted, right when we thought the opposite was occurring.
Why do we think we’ve ever known, if time and time again we see the folly of our past, yet we push and pull and still think it wise, for us to be in command.
It’s in the quiet moments I’ve asked for help from the divine, to once and for all be done of it. The worry, the complaints, the presumption of intention, for I am not the one to know. So extending forward small hands I pass it onward, and forever into the tallest order of infinity.
Graciously received, a knowing force which starts within and extends ever so grandly, outwardly forever.
Yet it is not and will never be of the outward world, and our eyes which appear to see do nothing of the sort.
With love and awakenings,