palms

graciously I have a 7 minute walk from my door step to the back door of my office.

and in those 7 minutes I get a panoramic view of the city…

I try and still the noise of thoughts in those moments, but somehow, i still hear a voice.

and only now am I realizing that maybe that voice is my heart speaking to me, like it did to the Boy in The Alchemist.

My nephew revealed this short-cut to me some time ago and it’s been my only way to work since. The corridor leads you down 3 flights of outdoor stairs, each level nestled into it’s own scape and outlook. Each level spatially related in such a way that doesn’t incur hurry, each arriving you into a space to stop, breathe and look.

I look each morning.

and sometimes I hear that voice inside of me tell me of the magnitude of our evolution. It tells me of the resilience and ingenuity of existing in form. It tells me how blessed I am to be a part of an evolved awakened Being.

That eons and eons of existing happened so that I could be awake in this moment.

my heart whispers these truths to me every morning seeing the skyline of this city.

before I find my way completely down the hill, I pass by two large palm trees that I love to say hello to.

Under their palms, for the briefest moment of no thought, I hear the beach in my soul, i know the waves of the ocean, and they send a current through my body and I am a part of that ocean, no matter how far it is.

Every morning there is a palm I can touch, and I raise my hand and lightly let my hand run through it’s leaves.

in that instance, I know every instance I’ve had with palm leaves and I become euphoric.

I am one with all moments of existing right in this very moment.

I have endured and still evolved,

I am because all is, stretching and actualizing the nature of itself — Being.

I am grateful for the infinite production between our one soul and myself.

no one exists without the other.