Exhausted

Weary

Dreary

Teary

“Fight these states”, they say, “don’t let them in”

Lighten Up!

Toughen Up!

Rise Up!

Can you imagine telling

the clouds not to release their rain,

the night not to shadow the earth,

the rock to resist being worn into sand?

Yet this is what we repeatedly tell ourselves

and the telling, in itself, is

Exhausting.

Will we ever become exhausted enough to

stop fighting,

stop trying,

and stop seeking?

So exhausted that we simply collapse into the embrace of stillness

and we Rest

And we See

And we Hear

The Truth?

We are Enough.