🤍 Dispatch #7: Mandala
The space between the lines.
This week has been an intense one of deep healing and integration.
Somehow, it feels like the closing of a chapter.
Not just of a season of weeks,
but of the last several years.
Having just wrapped up an unfolding conversation with a coaching partner,
a poem emerged.
I’d like to share it with you.
Mandala
Who I am,
is not the lines.
I am the space between the lines.
A Presence,
an Absence,
the deep abiding peace surrounding it all.
An oceanic power,
unlimited potential and possibility.
The space where there is no thirst,
no hunger,
no lack,
no need.
Just the fullness,
the expanse,
the space,
the quality of This.
Of Us.
I am not the lines.
I am the space in between.
I am within it all,
and it is all within me.
Pushing against the Buddhist inquiry, "What will you do in the bardo?"
There will be no bardo to go to. We already ARE the bardo.
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If there was ever a reason to print the internet, this poem comes with a mandala just begging to host some color.
I love this poem!