Wisdom creeps near when it finds one who is sitting, listening, opening. It is like a small creature of the forest, frightened away by loud noises, by loud thoughts; drawn only to the beauty that dares to visit alone. It trusts only those who are still, patient and open, those who will greet vulnerability with love.
Our thoughts are a field of butterflies: numerous, fragile, impossible to contain. But some are worth catching. The ones nearest our own souls will slow down their flight, wait for us to catch up and wrap a net of pen and paper around them. They will not fly away, not if we sing them our stories. Not if we promise to listen well.
What song do they sing?
Live now. Be here now. Be radiant now.
Can you see that this is Heaven?
All our transformations begin within. The external world follows the soul, not the other way around. Some say our world is an illusion; I believe it is a mirror, a reflection offering us the chance to learn, to grow, to explore. As our souls grow and expand, our worlds grow with them, for we are one.
Be open to change. Say yes, and give thanks. Then keep listening to the quiet voice of wisdom that lives within your heart.