The quality of sadness, the comfort of melancholy. The present sinking into the past. steady as a tarpit, submerging you into the depths.
The past engulfs. thick ooze pulling you in from the feet up. slowly dragging. The feeling is calm, comfortable, cozy. This restful darkness. the mild cold that comes from boredom and stagnation. The chill that takes hold and keeps you in place. Causing you to retreat ever deeper into yourself. Into your shell. Into your past…
I learn to seek presence. The light and the warmth reside in the here and the now.
As the darkness reigns here in the north approaching the winter solstice, the long nights and cold may carry our hearts along.
Though I remind myself to fret not. A natural cycle. The summer was long, its’ light brilliant, casting grace and joy. A time now to come in. To return home. To embrace the flow of the heart.
Recognize the phases. As the serpent that slithers from right to left, moving between the polarity of emotions. As these phases come and go, one must know to not attach ☽.
Recognize.
Feel.
Let go.
As this will pass.
Embrace the darkness, embrace the light. Watch as the cold comes…
…and watch it go. As the passing clouds. Do not hold on. Otherwise, the frost will tighten it’s grasp.
Heat leads to chills. From the cold to the warmth.
Though in sadness or coldness, I remain steady. Ever learning to be only a witness.
Blessings,
Marcos Del Valle