In moments (such as this), of extreme exhaustion and tiredness, do the glories and bones of Being reveal themselves…

The realisation of this being all there is, is stark, as plain as the deep blue sunset that pierces the gloom with magical light..
A carefree gait plays upon my spiritual frame, despite the rancour of work-related issues, the untied, loose ends, the unspoken dissatisfactions…

All these issues and frames of mind pale into insignificance as compared to the breadth, depth and import of this moment, such as it is, fleeting, casual, momentary, ephemeral, etc..
I can only let go of all attempts to control the course of events, knowing as I do, deep in my heart of hearts, that nothing really matters to a point of worrying overtly about how they may pan out…

Continuously, in the daily round, I am becoming more and more aware of the futility of trying to do, or be other than I am…
True to my self-nature, I respond as best I can, in the best way possible at each moment, to the unfolding of events, as they appear on my horizon…

I bask in the not-knowing, for I have faith that grows exponentially day by day in the power of my meditations and vows of aspiration to lead an open life…

It matters not a jot whether I succeed or fail, only that I live fully, only that I strive for awakening to each and every joyful and ghastly lump of experience that falls my way..
I do no more duck and dive, but open arms readily to the 'bliss' and  the 'crap' in random order, discriminating not betwixt the two..