Words

Last night, I fell asleep pondering upon the power that words have.

Pondering upon the energy that actually creates words.

Contemplating on how when we are no longer in this world, words are no longer needed to communicate.

I woke up, aware that I was being dictated a poem, ( as it often happens …Im very often taught through poems ) so I grabbed my phone and started typing it all down.

The poem was simple and beautiful and spoke about how to remain free and impertubable in this world, full of words.

It spoke about the power that words have upon our experience here in this world and how we can be swayed and bound by them.

It spoke about remembering that our ultimate destination is that beyond any words.

And it spoke about always remembering our true nature whilst we live in this world.

It was a beautiful poem and right at the end, as I signed it with my name ( as I usually do) my finger in my sleepy state, hit a key that wiped out the entire poem.

For an instant, I was dismayed, then I got the joke and the powerful lesson that I was being taught.
Theory and practicals in one shot ….and how I laughed.

I woke up laughing at the sheer absurdity of me trying to hold on to the very words that the poem told me to remain free from.

So sharing the joke and the powerful lessons with you, my dearest ones who are on this journey towards surrender with me.

Even our words do not belong to us.

So what else are we holding onto and not surrendering ?