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Adventures of The Soul
Spirit waits in everything like the
incandescent shimmer between electrons.
Each time we’re drawn to create, it’s the
shimmer that recreates us. Each time we
shape something out of nothing, the heart
stirs like a red bird remembering it was
meant to fly. Each time we give when no
one is looking, we peel what covers our
timeless center. When softened this
way, silence reaches through us till we
admit we are chimes carrying an ancient
song. “Then why try so hard?” you ask.
Because trying is singing, too. Because
sweat exercises the dream. After so much
work, we think we’ve produced something
that never existed, when it is we who wake
closer to what never dies. Whatever stirs
us to put together the few things we find,
it is we who flower from giving away
the nectar of our being.
- Mark Nepo
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“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and…
