detachment

When I detach myself from this world, I become an observer and cease to be a participant. My environment no longer defines me. The circumstances I find myself in loose their menacing build and take on more manageable forms. My mind becomes silent. Everything around me acquires an inexplicable magical tinge. I don’t label anything. I don’t judge anyone. I feel happy. Feel light.

I can put my heart into the work that I do and in the midst of all that activity my mind continues to be silent. I don’t get bogged down by the weight of expectations. I can allow myself to put the results out of the picture.

The restlessness that was last two weeks. I had lost my detachment. I became involved in everything. Expectations skyrocketed. Emotions ran wild. And since I wasn’t observing I didn’t know what was happening to me, to the world around me. Ego ruled supreme and everything became about me, me, ME.

Detachment is not about not trying hard enough. It is when, even as I give everything my best, I am always observing my actions and myself. Even though my heart and body are completely engaged, my mind is silent, detached.

Detachment is about rediscovering the internal stillness. It’s about finding peace. Its about allowing the soul to take over.