I stood at the intersection of one of Washington’s busiest intersections, waiting for the Lyft now twenty minutes delayed. The rain was cruel and unforgiving, with pea-sized frozen pellets lashing through the once tranquil sky. Strangers shuffled past in long queues, like ants blindly following this forward motion.

Had a bomb exploded they wouldn’t have been disuadeded from this seemingly endless path; one absent the lure of a higher glory.

Our habits have become like small cages, forcing the illusion of status to higher ground. The wise man yields, where the fearful hesitate; like thoughtless drones – a means with no end.

“I must create a system, or be enslaved by another…” William Blake reminds. To be free of these bindings, we must first believe in that which is beyond the realm of course and imagination. To see, is to envision; to practice noticing and understand the simpler things.

In peace, my sweet friends….

Namaste ❣️