Callouses cannot know
the pain of existence
leads to sorrow.
They only know
their own heart
and what they must do.
and keep a sweater
in your back seat.
I write today about Truth. The truth in connections, the magic of
happenstance, which of course isn’t happenstance by accident, but
just the Universe saying Yes.
The path provides sign posts, and they become like sacred geometry,
repetitive and redundant, just in case we weren’t listening the first time.
Where and how do not matter. The noticing does. The light shines
brighter on the path, and guides us to our destination, be it place or
person, direction or delight.
The Universe is always speaking to us, for we are it and It is All,
When sign posts appear, go with them until they fade, yet do not
loose the faith that was originally given, for it is Truth.
Know that each sign post is a stepping stone along the path to
greater good, nearing the Ever destination that leads to Eternity.
See thru the glass of existence,
below the surface of a lake,
underneath the rock.
Know that the chickadee is as the mustard seed…..
small but full of words without words,
time that is timeless,
smoke that is not fire.