Heavenletters

• Life on Earth seems like a mystery to you, yet life unfolds itself the way a rose blooms. Life doesn’t have to know how or when or why or where or anything at all.
• Life itself marches on and doesn’t look back.
• Life never feels like it is lifting heavy snow with a shovel.
• Life knows what it is doing even when it doesn’t know ahead of time. Life kind of walks along its path with its hands in its pockets, whistling a merry tune.
• Life is not caught up in the past nor is it caught up in the future. What is life caught up in? Nothing at all. It is just being life.
• Life is good-natured and noble. It keeps its opinions to itself. It stays out of the fray. Life neither prevents nor delays. Life knows not of dismay. What does life want but to be what it is.
• It glances at what is going on and acknowledges that that is how life is. It doesn’t stop being life. It doesn’t stop going on.
• It does not feel that it must investigate itself.
• It has no tension because it has surrendered to itself.
• Life is no fool.

 
But mind is, zapping through its 84,000 stations and programs all the time, always hoping I will latch onto something, always having its hope fulfilled. If everything else fails, there is one sure-fire bait I simply can't resist: dismay. Things that have gone wrong and are going wrong and will go wrong again. Countless ways for the world to not live up to what I rightfully expect of it. Countless occasions for thumbdowns towards a world that could be so much better if only it would listen to me. Tons of those irresistible sweetmeats, long past relish, even past nausea, and no end in sight. I'm sick of you, faultfinding mind with your silly boo and pooh. I want you to shut up. No, don't try to utter meaningful things. Just shut up. You may mean well, you may want to spare me the most dangerous things (listed above), but what you are sparing me is aliveness, aloveness. I intend for you to be still now, just quiet.
 
And you, my God, I take You at Your word:
 
We are allowing you to be an original blank slate, not from effort, but from allowance.

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