Everyday I ask the loving voice of wisdom, which dwells in our hearts and in this world: “What would you have me know today?” And then I listen. This is what I heard one day, not long ago…
From elsewhere:
“We aim a black box and scratch on beaten wood pulp.” (Terry & Renny Russell, On the Loose)
From my heart:
I put that smile there, my darling.
And it delights me.
If I had a black box to aim, I’d aim it there, at that smile, to freeze your happiness in time.
But I don’t deal in boxes.
And happiness that is frozen is a prison along with any other static state.
So scratch on, my darling.
Scratch your way through the infinite of your thoughts, your emotions, your ambitions.
Scratch as a practice to orient you to the immediacy of your experience.
And then step away from the pulp, and into the action.
The action is where happiness goes to live free.
