I see everyone running away from their own selves. Layer after layer. There is so much to say yet everyone's silent. Their silence is loud. But it's not that sage, peaceful wave of silence everyone romanticize about. This silence is about unprocessed trauma. yeah all that unprocessed bullshit you carry on your chest. You think you burry and kill it all inside but you keep projecting it on all the people you meet. Every time some insecurity pops up between two people it's because of that unprocessed feelings. But then who has time for inner work? Too dramatic yeah? " I am very satisfied with my job, oh no i don't have time for all of this meditation bullshit" "stay busy and ambitious you 'll stop over thinking about all this spiritual shit". " I don't talk much, I don't feel the need to ". Yeah yeah. Go on. Nothing can touch your soul I get it. I get it. I see you. I see through you. And I will let you go your way and I go mine. Cause it's our individual journey anyway. Your layers and dishonesty scare me, but I still stand close holding myself tight.
while you keep running away.
From your own selves.
Far from your own selves.
My connection to nature is very strong in Autumn. This morning as I was walking I saw my shadow transform me into nature itself, perhaps in the form of a tree.
I guess we see what we wish to see, that’s the magic of shadows.