From the time we are born, we become infected with the world. Ideas, thoughts, belief systems that are not our own and yet we believe they are, and so we live a life that way. We might see, looking at the cadaver of our past, great ranges, mountains and hills of regret and almosts, and great valleys, gorges and chasms of if-onlys.
Perhaps it is not such a bad idea to take a good, honest look. We do not wear garments that are torn and thread-bare unless we must. Why do we every day awaken to wearing the same old tired life? Dare I say that it is an act of convenience, of settling and most-likely surrendering to the world.
You need
not go into space, cold and barren, when you might stand next to the warmth of
your inner flame. Be creative. Journey within. Love what you do on Earth, love it deeply
because it is the food upon the golden tray that you serve to God, and God will
taste. You need not be the way you were
if it no longer serves you. Practice
love, loving yourself first, forgiving yourself, and let go of the sheath that
weighs you down and keeps you wondering in the mists of Earth.
I leave you
with love,
Rumi