There is a well we are all born with and for some it is very deep, as is mine.
My own, though, like many’s, got filled with stones thrown and piled upon by far too many unhelpful souls. And stone upon stone filled my well ‘til I could take no more.
There was no room to breathe, to see light, to fill up rather with a rich supply of water.
So I had to go about removing the stones. Sometimes heaving them one by one, sometimes gathering all my strength at once to haul out a bundle. Sometimes I rested for a time not having the power to lift them. But got rid of them I did.
I let the stones go.
And now I can see the sunlight again.
And my well is filling with fresh water.
And I am deep and sound.
Peace is like this.
The stones of burden must be removed to return to our calm depths. And then from this place we can also see… that we were never the stones, and we are not the well, too.
Just a temporary container here. Our true essence knows no walls. No self. No limitations.
I am neither the stones, nor the well, nor the light, nor the water, nor the air.
I am here.
