The thing with life is that it does not ask for my permission to take place. Life just is, and the more I simply ride it (as in a never ending love making adventure) the simpler and more enjoyable it is. It feels as if sometimes I betray my own capacity for joy by overcomplicating things to the hilt. It’s a habit that I seem to have developed several decades ago.
But I found the antidote. And I try to have a little of it daily.
It is called: telling the truth.
The truth, no matter what it looks like, sets you free. It requires courage and surrender, and it then leads directly to clarity of mind, openness of heart and unconditional compassion.
The funny thing is, the truth keeps changing. As one rests in That one finds the Truth that never changes.
The one. The many. The none.
