It is not I but life which continues

Hesitantly and gently I have freed myself from sleep. It is still dark outside. The world around us is still quiet. The sky is clear and filled with stars. Everything is awaiting the sun’s light. It is spring and everything is filled with growth. Small young things are impatient, the older ones know that it will turn out all right. The new growth waxes recklessly, the old cautiously. Everything has its own

method, day in day out, year in year out.

I have experienced this often. When I was young I thought in all my pride that I could supervise life and reign it. But in the course of time I have learnt by trial and error that most of it is beyond my

control. I have felt small, intimidated and insufficient, yet I realized more and more that everything needs to take it’s own course, just like a river. And increasingly I stood watching at the side lines, saying that pride just holds you back, that it will be alright. Everyday the sun rises anew, dawn

becomes day, a day filled with new prospects, new opportunities to love, new opportunities to yield to the current of life.

The smaller and more inconspicuous I felt and the more my pride evaporated, the more space was

created for me. I am no longer my proud ego, but an entity with you, many others and the world around us.

Now that I know that it will be alright I can let go, I can trust and be an onlooker, ready to help

everyone who wishes to be helped, I will comfort others in their difficult journey.

Daylight has arrived. Above the grey of newly formed misty wisps the sky turns violet and purple. The morning’s frosty white still covers the yard. The first blackbirds fly fearlessly low over the feeding place, shortly the sun will rise from behind the horizon.