A few sunsets ago, I recalled my teachings of introspection, an intimate dance with the self. Guided by the whispering winds of intuition, I was moved to embrace stillness, allowed ‘Ego Dissolution,’ to interact with my being and opened images from my early childhood, when I was but a budding bloom of three to five years.
The task, as effortless as the moon tracing its path across the night sky, was to cradle the child within me, and rekindle the fragments of my spirit that had been shadowed by scars of trauma, guilt, and shame. In this sacred communion, I became a quiet pond, not an empty void, but a serene tableau filled with the gentle murmur of self-love directed at the innocent soul I once was, coaxing back to the present those splinters of my essence.
And, as the petals of the lotus unfold in the first light of dawn, so did my soul unfurl. The liberation was as boundless as the sky, as I bathed in the love emanating from the little me, a reflection from a distant past. It was a profound recognition of the boundless love existing for me in this universe, a realization that all I needed to do was embrace my own love, as one would welcome a long-lost friend, for the person I have grown into.
Just as the ripples of a stone tossed into a pond radiate outward, so too did my self-love spread, until it permeated all corners of my being.