How can I begin to tell you what is in my heart?
How can I begin to tell the story?
I’ve always felt the weight and the burden of the world.
I’ve never enjoyed the lightness of blissful ignorance.
Actually that is not true, it is only recently, in the last few years that I’ve learned the art of meditation. And through this practice I’ve learned to be in the moment. And I’ve learned to be kind to myself. But my true disposition is one of the heavy-hearted. And it is from this position I will tell my story. So it will get dark and heavy, strange, and bizarre. But know that in the end, I end up in your arms.