beginning

this marks the first day of reading The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle
I'm really quite enchanted already, and I've only read the introduction thus far
it's written in such an effortlessly beautiful way
the ideas seem to connect like puzzle pieces of soul mates
perfectly together
unmistakably
whole heartedly
yes.
everything feels very meant to happen right now,
as it always does.
just this moment, in the midst of writing
it always seems very surreal. like my bedroom has this sort of vivid essence about itself
I love this perpetual realizing of all
consciousness is only to become even more heightened
through the reading of this guide to enlightenment.
and while I feel enlightened already,
for the simple understanding I feel
and love I possess 
for all
I know I can only grow into something more beautiful
I used to think life was a gradual progression into death
but really
it is to be thought of as an ongoing growth of oneself
keep on
keeping on.
feel eternal 
and dream with your soul's vulnerability entirely present.

I am so in love with being in love. 

in full

honesty
sincerity
passion
rest
undefinable
dreams
untold
nostalgic
nothingness
wicked
vast
emptiness
feeling
unity
collapse

breath
creating
space of mind
gentleness
pouring (water)
vertebrae
delicate 
whispers
lingering, wandering

sounds of us

love
life
nature

embody

concentration of mind
reveals the truth of humanity

this truth, the existence of our divine soul.
the beauty it possesses? 
to embody endless forms

we could declare this the root to our inevitable suffering
the idea of having lived prior lives
and made countless memories 
the universal longing to perpetually hold on -
it is this idea of
having to forget all from before
we find beautiful, yet tragic
it almost seems as though
we remember 
to forget
we love to 
feel lost
we express 
to feel empty
we create
to understand

complexities within a realm of incomprehensible simplicity
allows us to endlessly wander
within our minds
each decision we make, to do something
results in something entirely meant to be
nothing lacks purpose
with each soul so unique
imagining the absence of one we love
is impossible
yet we know someday -
sometime in the endless future
or perhaps floating around in our beginningless past
lies the deepest feelings ever felt
lies these feelings in their purest form, 
an ungraspable energy
and when we claim to feel upon our skin
it is only because of the touching of the soul
do we feel.

perhaps, this divine soul of ours, exists simply to feel.
and while we feel so full of emotion and entwinement
it amounts to nothing
(this we call, our perpetual cycle of being)
understanding the significance of the existence of our 
self.
this, we call, life.

"That's what Buddhism has been trying to unravel - the mechanism of happiness and suffering. It is a science of the mind."

- Matthieu Ricard