If it was only for a moment, I tried, it was enough

Upon that day, my departure, no longer to be denied.

This, the day my present Life no more.

Finally arrived, gently knocking at the door.

The smile of the knowing right and the sorrow of those now around, left to live theirs. Homeward bound now as the door gently sweeps open. Spectacularly now, held just so, afloat, returning.

If aware enough I’ll get to know, I’ll truly tired.

For in this journey privileged I was to come into an understanding about the ride ridden. That which now, not a moment, can I take back.

For along the way something outside of me changed. A door opened, a window previously dull, became clear. The light now shining clearly through. For it was from the arrival from outside of me, that the awareness to teach, to be the witness of, had for some random notion, presented. Such is the way, I guess.

Asking me gently to respond or not. So powerful the gift, my choice, to respond to its call or not. For each of us, the all that is truly all of us, are continually, gently, softly, presented with countless opportunity along the way. Few it seems have the ears to see with and the eyes to listen. To not waste the opportunity to really venture forth.

Before this mist of awareness dragged into my lungs on that day, Life now looking back. Dead to the real Life I was. Alive yes, living of course, but truly alive, I was not.

For the richness so deep, it has no floor or ceiling, began to reveal itself to me. The vision of the all, we can all be. The view often of itself, incredibly painful to hold. Yet more exquisite at the same time.

For as the letting go progressed, the dying to ones’ self, learning to be the witness now. Over time trusted with more. Many times next breath, just enough, to hold. For nothing else required. Just to breathe, enough.

For the journey is hard, full of the imperfections of character. The seeing of all those things you’d rather not have been shown about yourself. The knowing, the unshakeable knowing, that there is no other way. The holding open, regardless of the lessons to be endured. Crushing, raw, painful yet beyond perfect at the same time.

If fortunate enough, that, whatever it was caught, your eye, in the most perfect of moments. These words scribed just so will bring up in you that deep knowing also, from outside.

But as the rich journey progresses.

For each, of those who know the knowing. Then to play their part perfectly they try. For they know as trusted with more. What it is they come to do, for the heart strong and open has though the witnessing it all. The good and bad. Now robust enough to hold pure regardless.

For now to take me home, Life’s final act of the play, playing out now finally there before my eyes I can see it now. Arriving as all the other lessons have, from the gifts outside of the me.

As these scenes revealed to you the real splendour, the real exquisite fidelity of Life. All needed was to be in the right place at the time, open, ready to be, to be for another.

For all you ever wanted was for the world was for it to know peace. Just peace, not more, not less.

To reduce the suffering of another just a little bit. So that all that clouds and distractions would be washed away. Leaving people demanding a time for not a small while, just to live peacefully here together, just once, for a long while.

Where to hold love and compassion for another, who is suffering, no matter, what the cause. Just a privilege with gratitude in our heart, that you can experience all this.

Where the restoration of the “Kindness of Man” a priority. To be Mankind and not of that of the human race. With the restoration of our planet, not far behind. These things, will be normal in those days, of the Peaceful Time.

For gentle the way, the timing of all. So concerned to remain in perfect timing so you won’t mess up when next trying to help. To hold so much as to be able to step aside and get out of the way.. So much now to discover how to hold the grace.

It is a fool’s overture indeed to have tried.

But the growing warrior from inside, knew no other way. All you ever wanted for just one more, to be ready to answer the call and stand there beside you. Just to gaze at the all, you have come to see, the splendour. The absolute perfection that abounds around all of us, everywhere, all the time, it is.

What will take then, knowing that you have tried?

For numbers need never matter. It is not the amount of times, nor the length of the journey now walked, that matters. Rather you can remember somewhere in your Life.

Knowing somehow in just some tiny way that this place is better now at your hand. From you being here, that you have made a difference for someone else. Somewhere to remember all the great times of enjoyment and celebration you’d probably taken for granted. Where this mad world was made better, indeed.

To know you have at least, tried.

A smile on the face can be held when now as our ode journey together ends soon.

Upon the last day, into the last moments of our Lives. Where to do anything, already too late. A grateful smile in thanks to have been given such a chance to make such a difference for another.

A smile indeed most warranted. To be shared, in fact.

Because you know that you tried.

May you arrive to that moment of time in your Life with a smile, also, on your face.

09.04.2023

Pathways to Resonance