Your life is a poem. Certainly there is a certain grace in your life, how you move, how you get up and how you sit down. A little bit of your life reveals a lot the same way a short line of poetry reveals Infinity.

You are a metaphor. You are exaggeration, and you are simplicity. You repeat the sounds of yourself. You have rhythm. You are a unique poem of the Universe.

You are not a fixed star. You are a moving star, and so you do not stay in one place, and so you evolve. In the poem of yourself, you have short lines and long lines of verse. You are counterpoint to yourself.

Enduring is not patience.

Remove the idea of enduring.

Enduring means to make time long.

True patience knows no time. It knows joy.

True patience is being alive and ready for this moment, this nowness, of life. True patience knows not patience nor impatience.

The concept of waiting for something is no longer valid for you. Waiting is standing still while you bide your time for the past or present to catch up to a concept in your mind.