Patience

The strength to be present.

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.

(Lao Tzu)

We suggest your reading of "Patience"

while listening to Danit's "Presencia":

Patience is not passive waiting.

It is the quiet art

of remaining present

while something unseen

is becoming.

It is calmness in the waiting.

Constancy in the labor.

Endurance in the storm.

The willingness

to bear what has not yet softened.

The humility

to serve what has not yet revealed itself.

To be patient

is to endure.

To support.

To suffer,

when suffering comes.

To permit,

when life asks to move

at a pace different from our desire.

Patience is not weakness.

It is not resignation.

It is not the absence of fire.

Patience is fire

held in the heart

without burning the world.

It is the river

that keeps flowing

even when the stone

refuses to move.

It is the tree

that grows in silence

without asking the season

to explain itself.

And yet,

in the waiting,

we must ask:

What are we waiting for?

What makes us uneasy?

Is it the uncertainty of the outcome?

Or the secret knowing

of what is already on its way?

These questions take us on different paths,

but the question remains.

Am I waiting for something to happen,

or for me to make something happen?

How does that waiting feel?

Am I impatient,

or am I tired of waiting

because I already know

what my fate is?

Am I open to the magic,

or am I clinging to certainty?

Perhaps impatience is not born

from time itself,

but from our refusal

to inhabit the time

we have been given.

Are we waiting for the answer?

Or do we already know,

and refuse to look?

Life does not unfold

because we demand it.

Life unfolds

because we are ready

to receive it.

Does patience require certainty?

Perhaps not.

Perhaps patience requires trust.

Not the certainty

that my will be done,

but the surrender

that Thy will be done.

The willingness

to undergo

what must be undergone.

To experience

what must be experienced.

To remain

where the soul is being shaped.

Sooner or later,

we will find out.

The answer will arrive.

The fruit will fall.

The river will reach the sea.

The door will open,

or we will understand

why it remained closed.

Until then,

breathe.

Work.

Bless the waiting.

Live here.

Live now.

For the present moment

is not an obstacle

between us and our destiny.

It is the altar

where destiny is being prepared.

May we be humble,

without becoming small.

May we endure,

without hardening the heart.

May we wait,

without abandoning the work.

May we trust,

without needing to know.

May we always remember

that what is sacred,

ripens in its own time. 

Yo lo Creo.

I believe, and so it is.