Life is approaching impasse.
Impasse. What is impasse?
A position from which there is no escape.
What is happening?
Mind has made a play for too many things.
Too much living as if mind was God.
I am learning now to let it come.
Is mind too tired for any more ego-centric creations?
Weariness has become blessing.
Grace is here in its own light.
A silent and weary mind cannot move much into darkness.
Mind, are you now too tired to carry attention away?
Are you at last humble enough?
Maranatha, you are becoming enough.
So abandon to Love’s movement.
Let grace peel your fingers from the grip.
Let go, be in forgiveness.
Love is becoming human.
Christ is budding in the mind.
Being is where I have always been.