I missed a beautiful moment.
That should have would have been.
All that I desire unfolding as perfection.
But woops I ignored subtle background intuition
And all the beauty disappeared.
I felt nothing but resistance
To my actions and existence
all that I desire
far off in the distance.
I don’t want to return to the desert of darkness and confusion
I long to bask in the oasis of a mystical reunion.
Force is not the truth, surrender is all that exists, nothing to do but hold the entirety of the moment as it is.
You hold it in the snow globe, and notice how it feels, until you are beyond it and nothing inside is real.
You see it for what it is
Until you are not that
Like a compartment you step out of, nothing to do but laugh.
Beautiful experiences are wonderful when allowed.
And it is true precise alignment brings more about.
But I’m careful not to force or attach or cry when I miss a moment
I am before and beyond anything that ever will or has unfolded.
Release attachment to experience
Even beingness too
Refine them yes, by all means
But treasure freedom as the jewel.
Not even the most dreamlike experience
Or blissful state of being,
Compares to the peace of being free,
of needing anything to be,
Unattached with conviction
In Eternity.