Our
connection to the outside inspires every thought.. our connection to the inside clears them
If places of worship can get charged with the sanctity within.. Let us open the doors to the temple in our hearts
when you talk to a friend.. are you fully present there.. or is your mind tangled in your own worries.. or
'interpreting' what they are saying to what you think of it.. eager to put your point across.. 'missing' the minute nuances that help say, 'I care'.. for that moment when someone talks to you.. is about truly being 'heard. but we need to judge.. criticize.. Opine.. simultaneously. and in that moment. we 'lose' the essence of what's being said.
isn't life another form of addiction demanding a constant "fix" . out of control.. with its heady and tormenting highs and lows..waiting for us to find the reserves of strength held within. equipped to deal with the painful withdrawal symptoms..
more beautiful than the music in words is the glimpse of sheer joy pulsing through a heart..
radiant.. irrepressible.. free.. a shower of sparkling shards of sunshine.. dancing to the rhythm of every
pore..
