Sometimes, just sometimes,
retreat is not surrender
Change is not hypocrisy,
to undo is not to destroy.
Being alone is not walking away,
and silence is not having anything to say.
Standing still is not laziness,
nor cowardice, is to survive.
Diving is not drowning,
to retreat is not to flee.
Sometimes, just sometimes,
you have to move away to see,
abandon yourself, let it flow, let the wind change,
close your eyes and be silent.
Sometimes you have to listen...
Maria Guadalupe
retreat is not surrender
Change is not hypocrisy,
to undo is not to destroy.
Being alone is not walking away,
and silence is not having anything to say.
Standing still is not laziness,
nor cowardice, is to survive.
Diving is not drowning,
to retreat is not to flee.
Sometimes, just sometimes,
you have to move away to see,
abandon yourself, let it flow, let the wind change,
close your eyes and be silent.
Sometimes you have to listen...
Maria Guadalupe
❤🔥2❤2
Rays of hope, full the sky and ones' heart.
Strengthens the resolve, focusing will.
Withstood the challenge, doubts depart.
Refusing to swallow, those bitter pills.
Fresh hope, new energy, maintained faith.
Trust the Universe, God, Creator, Source.
Children and loved one's, assuredly safe.
Put on your Armour, stay the course.
Look to the Sun, power, healing, bright.
Dismissing darkness, fear, clouds, dread.
You are more than capable, to win this fight.
You were born for this, destiny led.
Have an enjoyable remainder of your day.,. With Blessings for your continued health and happiness.
🙏 💕 😊 🐺
Strengthens the resolve, focusing will.
Withstood the challenge, doubts depart.
Refusing to swallow, those bitter pills.
Fresh hope, new energy, maintained faith.
Trust the Universe, God, Creator, Source.
Children and loved one's, assuredly safe.
Put on your Armour, stay the course.
Look to the Sun, power, healing, bright.
Dismissing darkness, fear, clouds, dread.
You are more than capable, to win this fight.
You were born for this, destiny led.
Have an enjoyable remainder of your day.,. With Blessings for your continued health and happiness.
🙏 💕 😊 🐺
🤗3🕊1
Forwarded from The Liberty Hub (𝔍𝔲𝔞𝔫)
Measure your health by the warmth with which you welcome the mornings and the spring. If there is nothing within you that responds to the awakening of nature - and if the prospect of an early-morning walk does not make you begrudge your sleep, or if the chirping of the first bluebird does not fill you with excitement - then you must know that you have already left behind the morning and the spring of your life. And you had better start checking your pulse.
𒂼𒄄
Henry D. Thoreau.___𒂼𒄄
“WHY DOES LIFE HURT SO MUCH?”
A man asked the Buddha with eyes heavy with life.
The Buddha looked at him quietly—not to answer immediately, but to understand.
Then he said,
“You are holding on to things that are meant to pass.”
The man frowned. “Holding on to what?”
The Buddha gently pointed to a nearby river.
“Look at that water,” he said.
“Yesterday’s river is gone.
This moment’s river is already moving.
If you try to hold it in your hands… it slips away.
And yet, you suffer—not because the river flows,
but because you wish it would stay.”
The man was silent.
The Buddha continued—
“You cling to people…
expecting them to remain the same.
But people change, just like seasons.”
“You cling to moments…
wanting joy to last forever.
But even the most beautiful sunset fades into night.”
“You cling to expectations…
how life should be,
instead of seeing how it is.”
The man lowered his head.
“But why does it hurt so deeply?” he asked again.
The Buddha picked up a small pebble and held it tightly.
“If I hold this lightly,” he said,
“there is no pain.”
Then he clenched his fist hard.
“But if I grip it tightly… it begins to hurt.”
He looked at the man and said,
“The pain is not from the stone.
It is from the tightness of your grip.”
The man’s eyes softened.
“So what should I do?” he whispered.
The Buddha smiled.
“Learn to hold everything with an open hand.”
“Love people… but don’t try to own them.
Enjoy moments… but don’t demand they stay.
Have hopes… but don’t let them become chains.”
“Let things come.
Let things go.
And remain present with what is.”
The man sat there for a long time,
watching the river flow.
For the first time,
he didn’t try to stop it.
And in that moment—
a small, quiet peace found him.
Because peace begins
the moment you stop gripping
what is already gone.
✨🙌🏾💫
A man asked the Buddha with eyes heavy with life.
The Buddha looked at him quietly—not to answer immediately, but to understand.
Then he said,
“You are holding on to things that are meant to pass.”
The man frowned. “Holding on to what?”
The Buddha gently pointed to a nearby river.
“Look at that water,” he said.
“Yesterday’s river is gone.
This moment’s river is already moving.
If you try to hold it in your hands… it slips away.
And yet, you suffer—not because the river flows,
but because you wish it would stay.”
The man was silent.
The Buddha continued—
“You cling to people…
expecting them to remain the same.
But people change, just like seasons.”
“You cling to moments…
wanting joy to last forever.
But even the most beautiful sunset fades into night.”
“You cling to expectations…
how life should be,
instead of seeing how it is.”
The man lowered his head.
“But why does it hurt so deeply?” he asked again.
The Buddha picked up a small pebble and held it tightly.
“If I hold this lightly,” he said,
“there is no pain.”
Then he clenched his fist hard.
“But if I grip it tightly… it begins to hurt.”
He looked at the man and said,
“The pain is not from the stone.
It is from the tightness of your grip.”
The man’s eyes softened.
“So what should I do?” he whispered.
The Buddha smiled.
“Learn to hold everything with an open hand.”
“Love people… but don’t try to own them.
Enjoy moments… but don’t demand they stay.
Have hopes… but don’t let them become chains.”
“Let things come.
Let things go.
And remain present with what is.”
The man sat there for a long time,
watching the river flow.
For the first time,
he didn’t try to stop it.
And in that moment—
a small, quiet peace found him.
Because peace begins
the moment you stop gripping
what is already gone.
✨🙌🏾💫
❤2