troubled souls

26/12/2016

Sitting drinking chai this morning, I looked around and felt a troubled soul nearby. It is the greatest tragedy: that so many of us human beings are going through life with a troubled soul.


There is this amazing, wonderful, miracle that is existence. It is so rich, so diverse, so abundant. And each of us is a part of this mystery; a part of life.


Resonating fully with a tiny leaf bud at the tip of a twig at the end of a branch of a tree; watching it sway gently in the breeze, the heart swaying with it; there is nothing except a deep relaxation-gratitude-joy-letting-go-ah-yes, a feeling that all is as it should be.


And yet, it still feels strange and saddening that there are so many troubled souls forming part of all that is.