The magic of Flow
Last weekend, me and Mashel guided a day retreat on the theme Flow. It keeps amazing me how people open up to the depths within them, even in a day. Anyway, here was my speech for that day, an exploration on Flow:
As water flows from mountain peaks, not resisting anything along its way, bowing to the will of gravity, to the solid might of the mountain, it is one with what is.
And what is is simple, uncomplicated, just as you are beyond the dense clouds of the always resisting mind.
Flow whispers loudly in your ear that you must listen, listen to the screaming silence that contains it all. Thoughts, your deepest emotions, your pain, the secretive desires that are hidden in the depths. They do not ask to be healed, they ask to be held.
Flow is to stop trying to find the best way along the mountain peak, and let yourself fall like a river, trusting that you can handle whatever crosses your path, knowing that this path is your path. And that there can be no mistakes with what is.
There is nothing wrong with who you are, just with the notion of what you want to become. Allowing this moment, including everything that comes with it, including heart-wrenching crying fits, roaring bursts of laughter, and a subtle smile out of nowhere, is flow.
And if you allow yourself long enough to feel this too, to let even this emotion flow through you, the experience of time begins to change, as if it's no longer there, as if you're entering a different dimension where time and resistance do not exist.
A dimension where boundaries fade away and where it feels like you're one with life, even if it's only for a moment. That moment is enough to know that you're immensely big and at the same time so small.
So vulnerable and therefore unbreakable.
Not a person in nature, but nature itself.
Endlessly unique and exactly as you should be.
To realize this is to become flow, to release the experience of time, to finally become one with the universe and its deeply intelligent workings.
And as the river flows, sometimes rushed, sometimes gentle, sometimes crushing against rigid rocks, sometimes effortlessly cruising along, we flow through life too. Every moment, life asks you if you can allow yourself to even let go of the idea of letting go. To become life itself, fully experiencing this moment too, endlessly flowing, without ever wanting to change what is.