Beyond adjectives,

beyond labels, the essential you. No descriptors, just you.

There was a version of you that lived, that existed before language. In your mother's womb, growing. As an infant, before you were able to form words into thoughts. Before you knew the color red or could say the word red, there was red, and you somehow knew it. There is an essential kernel of you that remains in that realm.

At a time when labels create an illusion of separateness between ourselves and whatever we consider to be separate from us, to be opposite, maybe we can spend a bit of time letting go of our adjectives, as important and authentic as they may feel. Maybe we can consciously choose to turn towards that within ourselves which has no description but simply IS.

Maybe there is a gentle wake of peace that streams from having travelled through those waters.