It's Not The Problem That

Maybe Everything We've Ever Done Has Been For Love.

This Is The Time. This Is The Place. This Is The Vastness. Right Here Is Paradise. Always. Always.

In The Fall, You Don't Grieve Because The Leaves Are Falling And Dying. You Say, "isn't It Beautiful!" Well, We're The Same Way. There Are Seasons. We All Fall Sooner Or Later. It's All So Beautiful. And Our Concepts, Without Investigation, Keep Us From Knowing This. It's Beautiful To Be A Leaf, To Be Born, To Fall, To Give Way To The Next, To Become Food For The Roots. It's Life, Always Changing Its Form And Always Giving Itself Completely. We All Do Our Part. No Mistake.

I Could Go On And On About How The Statements And Concepts That Used To Depress Me Now Bring Me Joy, But That Is Not Easily Understood For People Who Think The Way I Used To Think And Believe What I Used To Believe.

A Thought Is Harmless Unless We Believe It.