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Little Friend

He’ll be sitting up straight, in perfect silence. Then he’ll look up, say hello with his eyes, and just drop his head to your chest. 

In for a cuddle, time to rest. ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣

I’ve experienced sweetness in my life, but it’s different with this little boy. Must be the purity of his consciousness.

That’s the beauty of kids, purity, the personality or narrative hasn’t developed yet. ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣There is no I am this or I am that, there is only I Am. 

Funny how we grow up to realize what we seek was there from the very start. It’s just that as adults, we fall victim to our conditioning, and thoughts/stories take up too much space.

Freedom never left the house though. That which observes the mind, body and world is still pure and fresh. Eternally fresh. ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣

Adrian is his name, but he still doesn’t know that, so for now, he identifies as pure being or pure consciousness, always curious, a seeker of love, joy and nothing else. ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣

Little Adrian knows what’s up. He also knows there’s no such thing as ‘spirituality’, all these words and concepts don’t carry much weight, there is only reality and its happening right Now. Presence is his default way of being. 

⁣In Arabic, the Sufis say Wojood, which translates to presence. In Wojood, there’s nothing left to gain, so we rest, and enjoy the silence ... ⁣⁣

Deep bow little friend. 

Adrian, 2019.

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