Wisdom

photo 4-1To know and be known.  This life—a falling in love with oneself. Deeper deeper deeper. We are mirror images of others, but only in so much to know ourselves more fully. To accept in another—ourselves, we must forgive, as to ask nothing different from the past. We must. Because it is ourselves in this moment we are really allowing.  We are asked, “What would Love say?” and that is truth. Truth is not heard, but felt. We must feel and muster the courage to siphon truth from our bellies and up to our throats. We must allow it to dance onto our tongue and drip from our lips before our mind lassos it up with all the other “is”’s and it goes from crystal to mud. From flame to ashes. For the mind, is the graveyard of wisdom. True wisdom, comes from the gristmill of inner knowing and courage. It waits patiently at the your doorstep for you to arrive home and somehow, always feels like a surprise visit from an old friend.  Wisdom, like water, moves drop by drop, softly shaping the calcified mind into the infinite it always was.

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