The Wisdom Fulfilling Vajra: A Sacred Channel to the Infinite
As I face the need for change—moving from my home of eight years and stepping into new chapters for myself and my children—I reflect on the deeper journey beneath the surface of everyday life. Life always seems to guide me through quiet shifts, as though I'm walking in harmony with the universe, trusting that what unfolds is always what is meant to be.
In this quiet space, I've realized that I am not losing myself, but opening to a higher soul, the eternal essence within me that is always present. It is a soul lit from within, with a clarity and precision I had not always recognized. I am not stepping away, but stepping deeper into what has always been there—an unwavering, sacred channel to the Infinite, flowing through me, guiding my path.
As I move forward, I carry an affirmation with me:
"I am a sacred channel to the Infinite,
flowing with wisdom,
grace, and timeless truth.
In every step, I align with the eternal flow,
trusting the unseen guide within."
This reminder, like a diamond thunderbolt, cuts through the noise, shining light on the truth I’ve always known but only now feel deeply:
That I am always connected to this higher wisdom, and it is this connection that guides me, not only in my art but in every step of my life. I walk with it now, with no expectation or regret, but only trust in the natural unfolding of the universe.
The Quiet Departure
The ceiling crumbles,
The walls sigh their old farewell.
Boxes gather at my feet,
patient as monks.
Change, it seems,
has been preparing itself
longer than I knew.
First, I steady the ground beneath my children's feet.
Their path matters more than my own longing.
Only when they stand sure and unafraid
Will I take my leave,
drawn by an older promise—
a studio, a breath,
a life by the sea.
I will not carry expectations like a burden.
I will not weave regret into my robe.
I will walk with nothing clutched in my fists—
only the wind in my chest,
and the salt of freedom on my lips.
Lantern of the Higher Soul
I am not losing myself—
I am stepping deeper into myself.
A river long hidden beneath stone and soil
now rises to meet the open air.
The old mind, the mind of caution and noise,
bows in silence
before the higher mind,
The finer soul—
The one who has always known the way.
It is still me—
But lit from within
With a steadier flame,
a more illuminating precision.
I surrender not to weakness,
But to strength forgotten,
to wisdom unborn,
to love without fear.
No struggle now.
No need for maps or promises.
Only this:
a lantern in my chest,
glowing quietly,
showing the next step,
and then the next.
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