Without the Luxury of Preference

The Rawness of our human nature – we Just don’t have the luxury of preference. Is there any other way, than to meet everything to the bareboned fact of our vulnerability? I haven’t found one. Not one I would dare call accurate or to the point at least. 

As consciousness we must sort of give thanks to life’s way of rolling us up on shore wherever the ocean wants to take us. Delicately, Deeply, Honestly, Freely – yet bound to the nakedness of our deepest vulnerability. Are we anything but spectators to this big game? Do we decide how to feel or what to feel? The answer is no – not with the total release of the controller, the manipulator of life… 

It leaves us Facing. Facing with gratitude, embracing in the most intimate sweetness, the outskirts of our human experience in the crushing waves hitting every cliff or rock we ever built to not Feel and Be with the depth of our own experience – our separation from God. And what a shame. For Love was always in wait in our meeting with these places. For we Are that Love. Even in our deepest and darkest corners – we are the Reality standing to outshine the hidden, the forbidden, the suppressed, the angry, the broken and abandoned. 

We are the Light at the core of All of that. And in saying Yes. In being human – by choice of Heart, of the Deepest Commitment to This in gratitude and appreciation for our human experience – in any given moment and no matter what we meet, we are filled to the brim with the sweetness of The Fact ::: of This. This is It. This is our human reality.

This is our Now, our Moment, our Blessing. And who are we to object to that? – no matter the colour of the rainbow in that moment. Whether grey and misty or beamingly bright… We Just don’t have the luxury of preference. Is there any other way, than to meet everything to the barebones fact of our vulnerability? I haven’t found one. Not one I would dare call accurate or to the point at least… 

With Love, Pema