At the center of my being is a lighted room where soft things grow. Soft, is a power not understood by my conditioned mind. But when I stand in this lighted room, I become sure. Sure from a sense of being whole. Sure, of being where I need to be and never searching.
Curiosity is not a search, it is discovery. When I stand quietly knowing my sureness, I am open with curiosity and see a world that erupts around me in a panoply of discoveries. They are brought to me as gifts that fill my pockets, that confirm my thoughts, that fulfill my dreams. They bring Color to the blank page on which I place a brush.
All my happiness is found when I think the opposite of what I’ve been told since I am on earth. Isn’t that interesting?