Enough

What is enough?

Is it something we produce, own or achieve?

Or is it something already living within us?

We have been taught to measure our worth

In what we produce

Accumulate and prove

But enough is not external

It is not waiting on the other side of doing or effort

Enough is the harvest

Already resting in our hands

If only we take the time to slow down 

And notice it

It is the moment that we step out of the trance of scarcity

Away from the endless reaching and doing

And turn inward

Toward the seeds

Already planted

In the soil of our being 

Enough is not perfection

It is presence

It is meeting life as it arrives

As it is -

Not as we wish it to be

Enough is not something to earn

It is something to live

It is the re-knitting of what has unravelled

The regeneration of what felt lost

The knowing that meaning is maddening

Not in the future

But here now

Enough is not something to get

It is something to trust 

And when we trust it

We return to wholeness 

And the realisation 

That it has been there all along

By Tanya Cameron