How We Have Been Lost

For aeons, we wandered, caught in the illusion of separation,
Chasing fleeting desires, entangled in the noise of the mind,
Forgetting the quiet truth that resides within.
But now, as we return home, we see the path was always here.
The silence of our being,
A beauty beyond words,
A stillness that holds all of creation in its embrace.

How could we have become so distracted?
The mind, so full of its stories,
So occupied with the external,
How could we have missed the ever-present beauty within?
The world outside, a reflection of the turbulence inside,
Yet, within, there is only peace,
The truth waits, timeless, unshaken.

How the taste of presence takes us into realms we cannot imagine
When we taste the presence of our being,
It is as if we enter realms of unfathomable beauty,
Where love is the fabric of all that exists,
And bliss, the air we breathe.
The sweetness of awareness pulls us into realms unknown,
Where every moment is a celebration,
Every breath is an unfolding of divine perfection.

Such beauty, such love, such blissful realms
Here, in this moment, there is only love—
Pure, boundless, unconditioned.
In the silence, we find the essence of all,
A love that transcends time,
A bliss that rises from the very depths of our soul,
Reminding us that we have never been separate,
Never been lost,
Just momentarily distracted,
From the truth that is always here,
Always now.

With Love

Freyja