It all Started with a Small Thing

Walking forward in....
Daily life.

Don't know where to start.
Don't know where to end.

I am pushed/forced into a room with a process.
I used to become quite aloud, cause nothing happened,
or it happened just before me, but I wanted to run away and not look at it.

This and that.
Right and wrong.
All kinds of theories.

Now, I accept, that we will always be pushed and forced in such a process,
and the dynamics tells you a bit where you are.

First the country side is nice, and then it is un-nice, and then nothing happens, so you are totally squeezed to the bone in the un-nice, and then something splits open, and then it is nicer again, because it couldn't be un-nicer and then it becomes too nice, so then it disappears, because it was never supposed to be nice.

Meanwhile everything happens to you.
It mostly seduces or hurts.
Almost nothing is real.

And the more stable you become qua vision or less vulnerable, while being vulnerable,
tells a little about you being small or big and the amount of light that shines through.

I am no longer .... happy or proud about this path.
The only thing I know and understand, is that it will never end, so you'd rather be happy.

And the more spiritual you are.... the more you will be hurt and astounded by real life.
This is, what life is, this is, how we function as people.
This is how you become as human being.
You condemn, while you also understand, that it cannot be different that it goes.

So let's celebrate small things! (birds flying away).
Say hello to the small things! (sunlight through the window).
Say hurray to the insignificant things! (nice dinner today).

Small things, make big things happen.
It all started with a small thing.

Godaya