When the moon wanes and the tides are low, my spirit dwindles so thin that it flickers unnoticeably even in the darkest night. Who is there then? Who is there to caress my insecure heart and hold my trembling hand?
My soul replies: “me.”
Like draping a fresh warm towel over my stone cold feet or slowly dipping my overworked rigid body into a hot simmering bath, my soul soothes the wrinkles on my forehead and wipes the tear lines off my cheeks. It is my aloneness and quietness, a cup of hot tea and a good fictional book or to curl myself under the heavy blanket listening to the monsoon falling tumultuously outside. Like plugged-in to the blues music at an underground jazz lounge, my soul enwraps me entirely and transcends me into a self-healing plane of existence.
This is my ride on my spiritual/soul surf. I know when I fall, it’s when I cling on to the sense of ‘foreverness’. Nothing is forever. My perceived ever-lasting elation is fleeting and so is the last drop of tears before I helplessly smile again.
So hang on to your dreams and goals when your spirit runs high; and surrender with grace when your soul sets in.
Sending out this serenity prayer to the vast universe, I hope it will reach you, when you need it most:
[Universe] Grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
the courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.