Blossoms and Birds

 

“None is so lonely as the purveyor of intellectual profundities” spoke Han one evening at sunset. “Therefore, we return to simplicity. We speak of things and are heard by blossoms and green trees and children. Birds of Heaven come to us. Only the arrogant who live by intellect alone turn aside. None are so lonely as they, even though their number is nine hundred and ninety nine in every thousand” — William Samuel

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Honestly so beautiful.  “None are so lonely as they, even though their number is nine hundred and ninety nine in every thousand.”  There are so many purveyors of intellectual profundities.  Which really tells us, it is up to us, each of us, to finally return to our own childlike faith, trust our own heart’s true knowing. We find the sweet simplicity of our own knowing and living joy.  We find the authority is within our self, here, as this very self I am, and you are. The beauty is that when we open our heart to Life, to ourself, to the Child and It’s purity of being, we are never lonely. No, because here,  the whole world is ours. The entirety of all those we love, this side of life and the other side, all things we love, everything is within this Infinite Light of Life I am. Tender beauty, the Self I am.  This is easy. This is Love. It’s all here, here in the heart of me and you.  This is the way  — Sandy Jones