What Happened On the Precipice

Do you ever wake up with a deep sadness for the world? That’s how I woke up. With a heartache for the world. No one thing in particular. All of it. Plants. Animals. The Earth. Us humans and all our numbskullery. 

It was a terribly uncomfortable feeling. A sadness that was brewing up some anxiety to accompany it. I had the urge to run from it but being so close to the precipice of despair there was a risk of plunging over the edge. Instead, I found myself looking down into an abyss of hopelessness. Then my innate fear of heights instinctually dropped me to my knees. 

There I was, just me. Not even a speck in the Universe but still a part of something unimaginably enormous. Whatever created it, created me. Whatever keeps it going is breathing me. Wherever it is, it is always with me.

My heartache softened, folding in on itself. With my next breath a most delicious Love for the World unfolded. Love for no one thing in particular. Nothing out of its compass. Not the suffering. Not the beauty. All of it, all of us immersed in the field of Love.