Beingness is where we will find the soul
When exhausted if we can just stop and centre within
Letting the stillness be stillness
There we tap into the flow of beingness presence and essence
A place wordless rich deep
And yet full of meaning
I sense the mystery and majesty of life
More deeply and profoundly
In the silent moments when all noise has disappeared
I know how endlessly busy my mind can be
As it makes up its scenarios of joy or woe
There are scripts that my life can run on
One of them I have noticed that can be pervasive is
‘Everything is fucked and its all going to end in disaster”.
I run this one before I even get going some mornings without realising it.
I have then vacated my body and beingness
Taking up residence in my busy fear driven mind
In the depths of my deepest dark night of depression
I was nearly completed ‘fixated’ or immobile or pinned so much of the time
Or I was left to undergo the trauma cascade
This state of stress and anxiety that is existing still as stored charge
Can sometimes still completely possess me
But when I enter those precious quiet still moments of beingness and presence
Then it is that I know
My soul is truly home
The terrible white noise and cascade of my trauma and mind
Goes to ground
As I anchor myself
Deeply within
The peaceful ocean of my heart
Emerging From The Dark Night 