WHO'S TO SAY

“Who’s to say the effort to be real isn’t the beginning of wings?”

~ Anonymous

Who’s to say that the budding of wings from the ribs of small birds doesn’t begin with the impulse within them to live? Who’s to say that the butterfly breaking through its cocoon isn’t the result of its being tired of living in a tight weave of its own making?

Who’s to say that the migration of flamingoes from South America to Africa doesn’t begin with a yearning to eat the yellow ribbon that keeps lining the horizon?

And who’s to say the color of passion doesn’t line our faces the instant we grow tired of living in a tight cocoon of our own making? Who’s to say the journey to love doesn’t begin the instant we give voice to that loneliness that no wants to hear? Who’s to say the journey to peace doesn’t sprout like a small wing the instant we let our feelings find their place in the world?

In truth, every effort that is allowed its full beat within will ripple as a birth of some kind in the world.

~ Center yourself and breathe deeply.

~ At the high point of inhalation, imagine the still center as the inner sun of spirit.

~ Let it flood you with its light each time you exhale.

~ Enter your day, inviting one deep feeling to sprout from you.

The Book of Awakening

~ Mark Nepo