The feeling of truth

I wrote this for you the other day. It’s for me too.

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When you feel defeated, change your shape.

When you feel weak, take your power back.

When you feel sad, cry. 

When you feel angry, dematerialize.

When you feel lost, look in the mirror.

When you feel alone, open your eyes.

When you feel frustrated, just sit back and listen.

When you feel like you might not matter,

don’t worry, nobody does!

This world is made of streams and we are inside of all of them. 

So just try the best you can. Because the best you can is good enough!

We cannot solve, resolve or make sense of most things. We don’t need to think so much but rather to go blank more often. Nothing needs to change. Create more space. Be a bigger vessel to hold it all.

Rather than talk, just be.

Rather than preach, just sing.

Because the truth, I have found –

isn’t a word, but a feeling. 

And,

that feeling is very big.

💗 Sharada Devi 

19 thoughts on “The feeling of truth”

  1. Beautiful and True. Thank you. I think of you ❤️ I smile and remember your smile. 🌹
    I sing and remember your heart, your love and the space that we shared there.
    with great love
    and so much gratitude,
    Durga Devi 🥰

    1. Thank you, you’re the sweetest!
      I hope all is well with you two!

      💕❤️💕 is the neverending story…

      so I’ll see you soon!

  2. I’ve got
    to say, you are really pretty, in your writing. It is so rarified, and subtle and I’m not sure why. I’m going to go back and read it, but I really liked it. Simple, beautiful, I am going to tell you a poem I thought of this morning that the Shri Anandi Ma video made me think of:

    Could you touch a ray of light?
    That is the beauty I see, from you,
    because I am in the dark.

    That poem is cute and all but it’s NOTHING compared to the depth and subtlety of you and your writing. It is a drop in the ocean you are floating in, beautifully, purposefully yet aimlessly until devotion strikes. I secretly love you.

    1. I’m writing a story about two ghosts and their hunger pangs- which that ray of light poem reminded me of…

      Here’s a tiny part of what’s going on with that – but as you know I’ve got a lot of stories going on right now…only some I’m writing down…just like how you can’t see the dark that’s watching you from inside the light or you can’t find the light inside the dark. Nevertheless, it’s all there. Anyway, all I know is ghosts are real. I’m with them and I am half of one.

      “He was still. He was like a rock holding something down. She was almost transparent as if she were being washed away by something she could not stop. Was it God, was it grief – was it him, quietly near her…”

      You may see that this is a love story. How could it not be. In the graveyard and not totally dead yet. Ghosts, don’t die until they let go. And then that’s not death but freedom to enter the door of everlasting light.

      We search. We search. Do you think death makes ghosts? I don’t. I think hunger pangs do.

      1. I love it; never thought ghosts so interesting, but can’t wait, for more- probably because of the ghost side of me, that was in the dark.

  3. I love the softness in this. Like feeling a warm breeze, with your eyes closed. Inhaling. Smiling. Your words remind me again to trust the unknown and free fall gently back into those tiny cracks….sometimes hard to find, those spaces where gravity will take us, if we will just let go long enough. Thank you always, for the encouragement.
    Loved, You are. 💗

    1. Remember that little poem you wrote me on that tiny piece of paper with the baby bird feather you put on it?

      I still have it. Between the pages of a book about the power of devotion.

      Which is soft and yielding and relentless as well…just like you💗

  4. envision
    everlasting
    Love
    that , which nothing can undo
    There ; is where one weaves a Holy garment
    with the thread that runs so true

  5. Be the silence that the words dance around: you ARE it. How can you BE it when you are ALREADY it? You ARE the empty sky that walks and talks, wails and kvetches, sings to fellow worthy kings and queens, makes a fool outta you and everybody else, has an image to be seen as Maya and an image to smile lovingly at. Yet underneath, you’re the same nothingness that connects us all to all of it. It’s your home. It’s YOU. ❤

  6. Beautiful Big Space of Consciousness in us all, allow our song (non corny kind, of course) to sing that transformative song of being HERE. ❤<— another one.

  7. “When you feel weak take your power back.”

    Yes!

    There is a solution to every single problem of existence. There is not one problem of existence without a solution. In moments of being in a bad mood we more than likely do NOT want to hear this. I know I don’t. Moods of Luna which we are subject to are powerful. For that which uplift us and for that which brings us down. That said, We are nature and nature is Us. We are the solution to the perceived problem of existence at any given measurement of time-space. It ROCKS. Because the moment is SO, by definition, not of time.

    Time is this totally cosmic thing.

    It’s all good news. Yet what can light be without dark? Or dark without light? Bad news? No. Good news. Good news is the fail-safe underpinning of Reality.

    Maybe I gotta heed my own words…

    Anyway. Rock that action that takes you from your troubles. You have the power because you ARE. Always.

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