Try one on today.
It’s the word we can’t shake.
It’s the word we can’t define.
It’s the word that’s in us.
It’s the word that is us.
It’s the word that’s too good to be true. So true that it’s easy to miss because we live, move, and have our being in it.
It’s the question.
It’s the answer.
It’s the joke.
It’s the drama.
It’s the story.
It’s the plot.
It’s the feeling.
It’s the flow.
It’s the aroma.
It’s the show.
It’s the rhythm.
It’s the rhyme.
It’s the tempo and the meaning of our time.
It’s not so much the word that we see. It’s the word by which we see.
It’s the word that whispers to you in sunsets.
It’s the word that pulls your gaze towards the ever-expanding cosmos.
It’s the word that the universe is up to.
It’s the word that gets you out of bed.
It’s the word that keeps you breathing even when forget you’re doing so.
In the begging was this word.
Since the beginning, it has been this word.
In the end, it will be this word.
Welcome to love.
There’s never been a millisecond it hasn’t had its eyes on you.
There’s never been a moment it hasn’t been waiting for you to ask it to dance.
And there’s never been a day it hasn’t been for you, with you, ahead of you, next to you, and within you.
All there’s left to do is enjoy.
…and so easy to miss.
The steam rising from the coffee in your hands…
…the curious wonder in your child’s eye.
The inhale that’s never missed following up your exhale…
…the smile from a stranger that peels away your label of ‘strange’.
Most will settle today for a drama they think they’ve been cast for. They will drink and drink of gossip, blame until their blue in the face, become the victim at any cost and live into the belief that it’s all going to hell in a handbasket.
What if heaven is at our fingertips?
Only when your inner state has conditions conducive for gardening will your exterior experience produce the flowers you long to behold.
If the vase is empty, you may want to start tilling the soil in your chest.