Like a spiral, life seems to be the same, but it is never the same.  Moving slightly up, sideways, inside or down, it turns and twists.  I have to allow the mind it’s silly attempts at figuring out and understanding.  But you cannot stand under the world or the soul or the heart.  It simply is.  We simply be.

Living from the heart like a baby, I am newly born and beautiful.  Standing, pausing and slowly stepping into the fear of looking stupid, naive, childish and ignorant, I move and turn.  I can twist like a spinning dervish or look around me and breathe deeply the fragrant garden.  I cannot fail. 

Each breath is a success when every sight, sound, sniff and touch is a gift.