The future is out there, like a horizon covered by early morning fog. I peer into it, attempting to identify shapes in the mist; yet, I know I cannot.
The way of the universe is change. Change is forever forthcoming. Walls are a futile attempt to prevent transformations; to hold on to the past. All that barriers do is build pressure; a damn that will sooner or later give way. And when the looming collapse occurs, the damage multiplies; a disastrous flood.
The simple joy of simply being alive in the moment breathing in the light.
I am a fixer; wherever there is a challenge, asked to address it or not, my mind busily seeks a solution.
Two trees; one still adolescent, the other ancient. I place my palm, caressing the youngling’s bark; so smooth, yet a little cold.
May the light shine on all beings, living and inanimated;
What makes me happy?
Spreading the light; I smile at a complete stranger, thinking compassionate thoughts, speaking kind words, doing good deeds. I find myself in harmony of thoughts, words and actions. Shanti.
Within me rests a treasure trove, ever-pulsing in symphony with my heart. Concealed and guarded by resistance, it trembles with volcanic vigor.