How we see the world mostly reaffirms who we think we are. It's like sending messages to ourselves. The carrier pigeons of our thoughts fly out daily only to return with unchanged scripts.
But what if transitional ego starts writing the outgoing messages? These return with updated versions: new codes and information rewriting the storyline of our lives.
Some of those birds never even return.
Their departures are celebrated as loss becomes gain.
Then there's a pause in mind's constant talking, a listening.
An ear to the ground feels awakening's current quicken.
Its flow becomes more available, urging us to bathe and immerse ourselves in it.
