When i find myself in this place of incontrovertible aliveness, when the world is on fire and i am with it---i think, i won't forget this, i won't be lost in the pettiness of the day-to-day, my own turmoil, i won't succumb to sorrow or inertia or fall prey to fear. None of it matters nearly as much as this joy, this knowing the beauty of each thing exactly as it is.
Recently i have begun to think, more realistically. i probably will forget this; i will be caught up in stuckness and i will be afraid, i will be numbered by the horror of everything around me and i will feel small and tired and lost. But this time i will try to remember a space beyond it. i will try to remember the boundless hope and consuming joy and know that it's still there, somewhere. Holding out behind a curtain of small terrors and fog and futility is a fortress of uncontainable bliss waiting to be unleashed again in my heart and the world.
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