This is just so good. I do believe that all we have is within. We read books to reassure us. We go to school because we are forced to. We grow up conditioned that more is better. So we keep adding to the shelves. Chasing more to add. More diplomas, more courses, more books, more podcasts, more networking, more doing. Fast. Because we don't have time. What if we just stopped doing? What if we simply focused on clearing the shelves and dropped into our essence instead? The void. The nothingness. The infinite wholeness. We magnetize. We attract. Everything we need is within. Within that void we are so scared to explore. Within that void we are so scared to even look at. That's where we need to be to receive, to attract, to magnetize. That's where our most potent creations are born. That's where we build to send rockets to space. Because in that void, there are no limitations. Everything is possible. Infinite wholeness.
Beyond limitation.
This is just so good. I do believe that all we have is within. We read books to reassure us. We go to school because we are forced to. We grow up conditioned that more is better. So we keep adding to the shelves. Chasing more to add. More diplomas, more courses, more books, more podcasts, more networking, more doing. Fast. Because we don't have time. What if we just stopped doing? What if we simply focused on clearing the shelves and dropped into our essence instead? The void. The nothingness. The infinite wholeness. We magnetize. We attract. Everything we need is within. Within that void we are so scared to explore. Within that void we are so scared to even look at. That's where we need to be to receive, to attract, to magnetize. That's where our most potent creations are born. That's where we build to send rockets to space. Because in that void, there are no limitations. Everything is possible. Infinite wholeness.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese,
high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Mary Oliver
Wild Geese