Untitled Refection No.4

I suppose anxiety is the tension between longing for more and settling for less. 

Stillness is both my greatest fantasy and my greatest fear. 

How do I learn to sit with something when it is always changing? 

How do we love the things we can’t hold? 

How do I become the star-shaped flower bud in my hand, unfazed by the pressure to bloom?


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