Leo Rising

 The Power of the Sun

I have been going on mindfulness walks for several years and it is a practice I am most grateful for. 

Every walk, I find something new. 

Despite having walked this path before, there is always something to be learned, to be discovered. 

The earth is calling to me and I wonder who else she is calling to. 

Sitting in the sun, in the grass, under a tree, this is where I am called to be. 

My thoughts come and go in the sun 

I feel connected to all of life surrounding me.

The warmth of her gaze tunes me into the frequency of existence 

for a sliver of a moment, I am unplugged from the ego.

Oh ego. 

How you drive me into holes 

and into walls 

and somehow feel like you are ten feet tall.

Silly little ego. 

Desperately 

clinging 

to the desire to be loved 

to be accepted

 to be liked 

to be consumed 

to be revered 

to be adored 

to be 

to be

 to be

to be constantly satiated and entertained and distracted

I am so tired of the emptiness

I am so tired of the crumbs of connection

I am so tired of the expectations I continue to build and place and do not uphold myself.

I am so tired of the chase of perfection.

I am called to the sun. I am called to the earth.

I am called to the light

 am of the light

The warmth and the power




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