When the universe speaks to me I have to listen. It's voice is louder than any other, but it blends in so well with the wind and the words around me that I don't always hear it.
The Way is long. Longer than anyone can conceive and everything around it is an illusion. An illusion so big and so profound that it seems real to us.
We have only to believe, to allow our best selves to trust and those things we love, those things that love us, manifest all around us.
The Way is Love with a capital L, but it can be littered with doubt.
Doubt, the serpent in the Garden, the horned one in the darkness, the bringer of all pain.
Let me block out those dark things and focus on the beauty being offered to me along this Way.
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