Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Calm your mind. Follow the softness of breath like wind wrinkles leaves. Fears and worries are distractions. Like hitting a note of discord. When you take time to place your fingers carefully, there's a sweet melody. This will warm your heart, melting its grip. Your voice knows what's true. Open yourself up to what is real. None of the busy frantic work services you. Its pace is that of a frightened mouse; the heart racing and eye twitching. Be good to yourself and rest. Then work. Then rest. Your energy is wasted otherwise, like spilling fruit on the floor. Your mastery is like the crystal, catching sunbeams and reflecting the stunning magic of light. The spray of purity, beauty. Resonance.