I’m paralyzed by fear. I can’t remember what I am supposed to do or say. I don’t know how to sound “enlightened.” This deep-seated dread is rooted in memories still clinging to their neuronal sway.
But just because I forget what I am “supposed” to say, doesn’t mean I have forgotten my Presence. This lack of control is a perfect reminder of who I really am. This wave of humility is the only force that can bring me home.
To the sands of Presence. To the shore of my infinite Self.