Nowhere to run. No secret trap doors. No meditating it away. No hiding out in the present moment. The only way out is through. Into the arms of the beloved, in whatever form he or she happens to take. Into our own arms, and into the unresolvable mysteries of separation and union. Perhaps there are none which are sweeter. And fiercer. And darker. And filled with light…

In the labyrinth of life, where escape routes are illusions and shortcuts mere fantasies, we find that the true path is the one we walk with eyes wide open. There is no evading the storm; we must embrace it, feeling each gust of wind and drop of rain against our skin. The journey through the tumult leads us to the arms of the beloved—whether a person, a memory, or the deep well of self-love within us.

As we navigate the enigmatic dance of separation and union, we uncover layers of our soul, each more profound and revealing than the last. The sweetness of connection and the fierceness of solitude intertwine, creating a tapestry rich in texture and meaning. These experiences, dark and light, fierce and tender, shape us in ways both seen and unseen.

In embracing these contradictions, we find the beauty in the journey. The only way out is through, and in that passage, we discover the extraordinary fusion of our deepest fears and our brightest hopes. It is within this delicate balance that we find the essence of life itself. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer