"And it's wake up time...Â
Time to open your eyes...
Time to rise and shine."
Those are lyrics from a song on Tom Petty's Wildflowers album.
Maybe it's time to stop dreaming with my eyes closed and open them to the Universal Flow. As my dear friend and I were discussing yesterday, there are many schools of thought which put forth the idea that when we struggle against this flow, we make things harder on ourselves, we flounder, we have to push to get where we think we're going, we try to control and find it a monumental task.
However, when one goes with the Universal Flow, the current which is guiding us each toward our higher purpose, everything becomes easier. It doesn't mean everything is perfect, but everything seems to fall into place.
Keeping one's eyes closed to this beautiful truth and trying to make the universe flow where you think it ought because of what you have decided you want, doesn't help. You might even get what you want faster because the Universal Flow will take you there.... see, it knows all the shortcuts.
That's what I hear, anyway.
So rise and shine, kids...
It's wake up time.
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Comments (4)
NothingNess
Beautifully crafted; flows so well. I hope the moment contained all that you hoped for and more.
auntietk
Lovely. You have painted us a wonderful picture!
FireTemptress
This is beautiful... soft and warm and vague enough to leave you thinking about the particulars after you're done reading.
FlinchMe
Portia was unaware, either on purpose or by chance, that Wallace could hear her thoughts from time to time. Sometimes he wasn't actually hearing her thoughts, it just so happened that when two minds think the same things so often, statiscally it's not possible that the thoughts wouldn't overlap. Other times, Wallace was more or less empathic enough to "get it." Regardless, Portia was right about the situations, the simulacrum, and anxiety with sharks. Some of the sharks circling the waters Wallace treaded were hungry, some merely were looking for companionship. Wallace couldn't tell the different in the two. It sometimes felt like teeth were grazing his flesh, and other times he swore he felt kisses. So, there he was. wrapped in the mundane, feeling closer than ever to the superb. He could only hope to have more questions answered that he was yet to ask.