my wish for you, and
you and you and you
If you had one wish – guaranteed to be fulfilled by the end of 2013 – what would it be?
That you, yes you, the one who says I just want something to be real, would go and sit beneath an ancient tree until you weep with the joy of your own insignificance. Yes, the joy of it.
That you, yes you, the one who says I’m afraid of being unaware of absence, would go outside on the darkest of nights to look for the moon (which won’t be there) and instead get a glimpse of the Pleiades, which can only be seen from the corner of your eye.
And you, the one who says I want to be authentic, look at your hands, right now, any now, and hold them up to the light, any light. If you cannot see through them, then you are as authentic as anyone has ever been.
And you, yes you, the one who says I am lost. Look into your heart. There are flowers growing there, right now.
This post is part of AugustMoon2013. You can find out more about the project here.