how do you know when enough is…enough?
What would my experience of life be like if I found “enough”?
How would I feel?
How would my environment respond?
Would I even know that I have arrived at enough?
The solar in me can’t fathom this concept and even dismisses it as a settling into mediocrity.
The lunar in me (lately, cynical and withdrawn) imagines “enough” will happen when I am alone, forever. Not bothered by the neediness of “others.”
Perhaps “enough” lives at the crosspoint between my masculine and feminine pulls.
Perhaps “enough” happens when I allow the perfection of now to consume me. When I fully receive the blessings that have manifested through me, for me.
Yes, enough is found here, in the heart, when ‘then’ and ‘when’ dissolve into ‘here’ and ‘now.’
Life is what I make of it — and it is enough.
