facts

facing the facts, reality as it is, without hiding behind borrowed words or covering up, but going to the roots of experience, daring to see the beauty and ugliness within, the nakedness, the fake, the flatter, the politics - uncomfortable, inconvenient, but the truth. Staying with it, a greater picture appears, seeing the parts and the whole, the interconnectedness, the fullness, the love flowing in the spaces that seemed to be empty. Nothing missing, everything's there already, no more searching needed, nothing to change, just dropping the unnecessary, the illusion of separation. Returning to the steady and silent, the playful lightness within. From there, rising in love...