I've given up my quest for completeness. I am not here to fill the void. And I'm OK with that.
I think it's beautiful how life's mysteries unravel one by one before me as pieces of truths, I do not want it any other way.There is perfection in imperfection, all these truths are puzzle pieces to a great mystery... but I can't hold on to them too, I let them go as the tree sheds its leaves and grows them back in time. There is joy in losing myself and finding myself. There is beauty in knowing and in not knowing , or never knowing at all.
I find no shame in being inadequate and I find that this is what works best for me...a complete acceptance of incompleteness... this is what nourishes my soul...I've permitted myself to have that occasional feeling of emptiness because I am a seeker , and it is important for me to be hungry ,and to stay hungry... to ask questions constantly --- so I can manifest constantly too. I find pleasure in the fact that I can always create something out of nothing and to give it all away ... yes! to give of myself... to know that this could all come from me, is a wonderful gift in itself.
I do not fill the spaces in my heart so it may be whole, I fill it so it may expand. It's beautiful really...
My heart blooms eternal, like a flower in space.