Watercolor Wednesday | Here.

from this morning's walk

Here

It's always here, the silent

underpinning, the foundation

beneath the foundation. When

I reach deep enough into darkness,

inside fear, self-doubt, aversion or

despair, there's something so intact

I almost miss it in my focus on

brokenness. It's always here, this

ground of being. Like the water in 

which fish swim, it's easy to overlook

the eloquence of truth. It's here, this

guiding presence, this calm, abiding

stillness. It's here when I don't try 

to make life any more or less than

what it is, when I stop trying to be

right. It's here when I unclench my

fists and breathe, when I let go of the

demand to make life smooth or easy.

It's here, the oneness underlying

multiplicity, the exquisite "is-ness"

of everything. I could shout it from 

the rooftops, but it's true no matter

what I say, and I know you'll find

it in your own time, your own way,

that precious moment when you 

choose to meet life exactly as it is.

~ Danna Faulds (from One Soul: More Poems from the Heart of Yoga)