Why is the Buddha in this story dusty, has no feather duster visited his dust in a while. Well, precisely my friends., because for the last while I haven't cleaned out my mind - I have let myself wonder far down the rabbit hole, far into the darkness that dust creates when you allow the thoughts in your mind to cloud the vision of the perfect creation that you are.
And trust me - I certainly don't want to bore you with hippy dippy shit. If that's what you want to call it. But I do wish to pay homage to the vital spiritual lessons I have learnt along the way, as that while I may have not been using my feather duster I certainly was gathering a whole lot of dust in the form of unbelievable experiences. And oh my, am I thankful. I am filled with gratitude in fact!
But I should never have steered away from my writing - I should have given life to the dust, so that the dust could shift and move and be. Instead I come to you now dusty to the brim and I use this page here as my feather duster.
It is hard to dust when you haven't used a feather duster in a while. And just the same - its hard to write honestly when you haven't written in a while, and when you haven't been honest in a while.
I got distracted. I was chasing all the wrong things. The "outer" things that steer you from yourself. I was obsessed with climbing the ladder of my outside world that I have forgotten to pay attention to what is inside. And its now when I begin to dust even so lightly I can see how much beauty was hidden beneath.