What comes first, the sense of belonging or the belonging? Can we sense something without it being here to be sensed?

Learn to recognize the inner scent of Belonging. Whether or not we feel it, we anyway, always belong. Before and behind the cruelest, kindest dances of acceptance and rejection we are here, holding the dance in the heart.

Sense the belonging and share it with every stranger and with the vast ocean of unknowing.

Beneath it all, let the stress and tiredness, the search and the striving, the regret and the missing, the anger and the fear know this belonging. Let the sense of belonging follow it all as a watchful parent shadows his child. And at the end of the day, let yourself fall into the rejuvenating space of this belonging – deeper than the earth, wider than the sky, more authentic than the purest thought.


Here, I am always, already Belonging

“You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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