Lightness of Being
...is awaiting you now.
When I lapse into longing, it’s never for one thing, a single moment in time. No, I long for large swaths of undefinable time and uncertain place, always a little fuzzy, but no less credible than this heartfelt poem of fond recollection. I long for times when I saw everything with new eyes. I long for times every song soothed me like a sweet lullaby. I long for times when each encounter held mystery and magic. I long for times when I felt profoundly the great loving support of everyone and everything. But hear me when I say that those times I long for were most often preceded by some personal tragedy, followed by a prolonged period stumbling through darkness. And those who refuse to venture into the dark, will never fully experience the beautiful and breathtaking lightness of being.
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