The importance of witness.

To be greeted with an agenda-less open heart,

To be met with the stance, “all is welcome,”

To be reminded, there’s nothing to be fixed,

To be with another and remain in one’s own experience of oneself,

To be held closely and listen to the beat of the other’s heart,

To be witnessed in the firestorm of one’s turmoil, the anger, the rage, the sadness, the laughter, the inane,

To be permitted to let it all unfold without the imposition of a prescription to heal,

To be loved in the stillness.

This is to be seen,

This is to redress what got missed,

This is to be met,

This is to be loved.

This is to know oneself as loving, radiant, and kind.

Now.

He ceases to offer shelter to the barnacle, for he is moving too fast.

He rejects the assessment of the pathological sycophant; he no longer feeds on these judgments.

He bereaves the time lost and the missed openings for connection.

But he recognizes, one often can’t quite witness the true nature of his own struggle, or see there is another path until it’s experienced.

He feels Fortunate to see this now, in the stillness of this extraordinarily peaceful daunting moment.