Daily Remembrances - The House Of Being

My body is always here. Therefore I am always here. My body is held within the presence I am. Stillness is restlessness invited. Only the un-stored body can touch the truth. Embodiment is not a goal. It is a willingness to feel whatever is here. Embodiment doesn't look or feel a certain way. It's my felt sense of being alive. Even when I feel far away, I am still always here. Every sensation felt reminds me that I already belong to this moment. My body is a micro-expression of the entire universe. The ground beneath me supports and holds me always. Sensation is a doorway into my house of being. I don't need to push anything away. Resistance is simply a window of thought. Overwhelm is a window of thought that I don't need to believe in. My body can naturally process emotions, real-time threats and residues of the past without a window of thought. My house of being is soft, running over all the sharp corners of my life. Even discomfort belongs in this house of being. It's okay to feel what I'm feeling. Holiness feels like this. Whatever this feels like right now. My heart is a warm, half-keeping me connected, creative and supported. This body is my dwelling, my home of aliveness. Pain is a bridge that connects me to others. I can feel physical pain without adding a suffering story to it. Without a window of self, there is no distance between me and emotion, allowing all to be felt and released naturally. Presence is the most healing aspect of the universe. My house of being needs no improvement, no control or management. It is the most effortless aspect of my life. I can notice a thought without believing it, without investing my sense of self in it. Even painful thoughts are just views, not truths. When I see through a thought is not what I am, but what a thought is. All windows of thought contain duality, paradox and conflict. My house of being unites what thought attempts to divide. The body, mind and soul are experienced as one seamless hole in this moment. There is nothing apart from me. I do not have to live inside a story. My being is broader than any narrative. All references to others can only be found in a thought. The witness is to a thought. Presence is all there is. Presence is what I am. Presence is the safest, most grounded aspect of the universe. Every time I step away from a window and back into my sensory being, I am unraveling generations of inherited narratives. All actions from presence are true. My beingness doesn't come and go. It is the cornerstone of peace and well-being. Windows of thought take time to step back from. Especially those forged in the fires of survival. I am ever patient and kind with my home coming. The separate self is just a window. I therefore do not need to keep trying to improve or spiritualize it. Seizing and searching for solutions to my emotions takes me away from my ever-present healing. I cannot fragment. I cannot split from my wholeness. Only look through a cracked window and identify with it. My direct, felt experience rather than conceptual understanding is the only thing that can free me from illusions, from suffering. It is the constant coming home to this moment without resistance that measures the depth of my freedom, peace and love. The sense of being alive without being limited to a personal window of self carries ever-deepening gifts of quiet revelation. My body knows naturally how to integrate experiences. Illness is not my body's fault. My body is not broken. It is vividly alive, able to hold a vast array of sensory, mental and emotional landscapes in one unified field of aliveness. Presence and sensation are not two. They are one inseparable experience. More presence means more emotions finding their way to be felt. emotions being felt even. painful ones means progress. I can meet all parts of myself with loving curiosity. I am already whole and everything belongs, even duality and contradiction. I am learning to live from my being, not my beliefs. No emotion is a problem when met with presence. I can find inspiration for being at home in myself through observing nature. Silence is the deepest spiritual truth. This awake body is my refuge. Surrender doesn't mean abandoning my needs or boundaries. It means no longer holding a limited story of me against this moment. I don't need to believe in thoughts to live in complete harmony. I can live from sensation, not survival. Only a believed thought can seemingly confine this experience of oneness into a separate me. There is no me plus my house of being. I am the house of being the meeting place where the infinite and the finite play. Nothing needs to be different, more or less, in order for me to touch upon the truth of what is here. I don't need to be more spiritual in order to touch upon the deepest truth of who I am. Being fully attentive to what is here without resistance means I have found the abundance I've been searching for my whole life. There is no inner and outer. My house of being is the unifying bridge between all seemingly separate phenomena. Like a rainbow, there are many unique colors that look separate from each other, yet they all make up the rainbow. We are all unique, vibrant aspects of one rainbow. I am home, I am whole, I am safe, I am always here. We are home, we are whole, we are always safe and we are one. From my quiet house of being to yours, to the being we share, namaste.