🌿 Psalm 1: The Ones Who Remember

(retransmitted by Virgin Monk Boy after an afternoon of staring at a tree and realizing it was doing better at enlightenment than he was)

Psalms For The Unraveling

1
Blessed are those who do not walk the worn-out path of fear
who do not sit in the echo chambers of cynics
or stand in the circle of those who forgot how to feel

They do not measure their worth by likes or doctrines
They have stopped chasing approval from the spiritually insecure

2
Instead, they delight in the inner silence
where the Beloved waits without agenda

They return to this Presence morning and night
not out of duty
but because it feels like coming home

3
They are like trees rooted by the stream of Being
They drink from a river that never dries

Their leaves stay green in winter
Their fruit ripens without rush

They are not trying to impress anyone
and somehow everything they do
rings with quiet truth

4
Not so the performers and pretenders
They scatter like dust in a wind they cannot name

They chase illusions
then call it productivity