ybajwa

Anxiety, what is it? A physical reaction in the body. A heart racing fast. Thoughts running so fast but no thought to catch at all. An unrest. A tightness of the chest. A shortness of breath.

Words are hard to come by when what you're feeling is a deep realisation of a truth in your being, in your cells. You know what you know but there are no words to describe it. Like suddenly something has been uncovered. Like peace arrives in your heart. The feeling of "wait, there was never nowhere to get, no problems to be solved, nothing to escape, nothing to change." It was an internal affair, something to be felt, something to be seen, something to be uncovered. To be oneself and not stay...

The breath. It holds it all together. It becomes the space. For the storms to unfold and take full form. The breath. It anchors the soul into the body . It lets the self stay with the self. And not disappear into nothingness.