fear

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What exists within when these four letters echo off the walls of your psyche?

We fear the moment from the magnificent teachings of the past.

We fear the future from the magnetic experiences of the moment.

We know what we know because we have walked it

and then project this into the unknown as though we know what it is to come.

Then,

the moment meets us in completely different attire

and we still infuse our knowing into the attempts of a new teacher.

The cycle continues until one day we stop. We just stop.

Like the ghost of Christmas past, we are guided to tether our experiences together

all the way up to the warm and sweaty soles of our shoes.

What we see is this.

Fear was in fact false evidence created by yours truly.

That each reality we have projected was the result our own inability to let be,

to exist where our feet are and be still with what is.

There is so much beauty in the wrinkles of paper and skin,

so much wisdom in the widening of eyelids;

so much humility in the realization that awakening is nothing more than a breath in....

and a breath out.

Fear is in fact a byproduct of the intelligent thinking mind.

It is a steadfast mechanism that was birthed from our wish of insured longevity

amidst the reality of our inevitable decay.

What if we shifted our eye to see fear as a skillfully created piece of art;

as a beautiful attempt to curate our lives

in ways only imaginable to the blue sky of our mind.

Like the exaggerated curves and disfigured shapes of a fine Picasso,

fear represents something known and familiar but ultimately surreal.

As we stand back in inquiry, we can heartedly understand that fear is just that,

lines on a blank canvas.

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From my courageous heart to yours.