What is the source of your happiness, my loves?
Look around, tell me – what do you see?
The fiery depths of leaf’s final breath, or the grace within its giving? All present before this miracle of being – its subtleties lost only to these distractions of reason.
And, never the wiser for worried pace – it finds its place; with wings outstretched to heavenly heights, bearing these debts of concession.
“Forget safety,” the poet Rumi once shared. “Live where you fear to live.” Knowing happiness is derived from the tiniest slivers of light.
What is the source, my loves?
Tell me – what do you see?
And will the frailty of your beautiful human soul allow you faith enough to believe?
In peace…
Namaste <3
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