I AM

Experience has taught me that spiritual emancipation is intimately tied to personal autonomy and the pathway to a life abundantly healthy and fulfilling, devoid of harm inflicted upon others. My personal ruminations revolving around questions like: Why wouldn’t we pursue living out lives of untroubled repose? It is my firm conviction that this path yields a life beyond mere absence of duress:

By invigorating the chambers of my heart in love’s luminary warmth, My quest yielded a transcendental awareness and the ability to attune towards the heartfelt plaintiveness of those these encounters—no other explanation stands:

The pinnacle of subjective human experience cannot compare to what I’m describing, the state so blithely complete that if you ever knew how it felt, you wouldn't be able to settle life’s existence without attaining it—perfection.

In a slightly more sombre tone I would add this last passage:

Through personal grappling with an invisible demon, I came to embrace the absolute requirement for harsh self-reflection as an indispensable foundation from which to recover; to unearth and begin working on suppressed traumatic past events; through this endeavour resolve steadfast determination plays equal footing with profound insight to face brutal truth, unveiling reality.

In my own case, witnessing and accepting the gritty reality of PTSD and all its attendant agonies and ecstasies, I have learned valuable life wisdom - insight is indeed indistinguishable from the capacity for compassion - that guides my spiritual path and my ongoing treatment. Like shards of glass set deliberately into the veins of a masterfully restored vase so they become the tell-tale signs of authenticity; similarly, through mindfulness an exsanguinated yet fiercely resilient psyche is allowed an opportunity for interminable rebirth.

In these quiet moments, as when under the whispering canopy of leaves heavy with rain, peace speaks straight into a psychic resurrection, transmuting traumatic distress into love and light. My body knows the world outside requires to be utterly present, my mind may never forget, yet now, through grace, that I AM love, whole and permeable by its endless bounty; scars have transformed us into statues radiant with golden hue.