My practice was
Trying everything and nothing working out
Escaping each time and going nowhere
Grieving an impermanent world that keeps on changing
Apologising for what was always totally out of my hands
Seeking security when I am fucking Alive
Improving what was never mine to begin with
Chasing success that will soon naturally turn into failure
…and trying to release something
that was so empty by Nature.
My practice was being left
Nothing to hold on.
Nothing to let go.
Nothing to improve.
Nothing to escape to.
Not a single thing.
That by Grace
Turned out to be all I ever wanted.
That by Grace turned out to be the nectar of Pure Taste
Leaving me in awe with and as
~ Leonor Salgueiro