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Let learning be as a child who laughs, running up a helter-skelter at a fun-fair. Every step is a joy, each step ascended with ease as the brain fills with a pure happiness, one born of curiosity and the anticipation of discovery. Then comes the "Aha" moment as we ride the exhilaration back to the ground, smiling, eager to find new stairs. This is what the great teacher knows.
To the foolish teacher, or even the cruel 'master,' learning is mountain to force others to climb, finding reasons to blame and shame those who fail. They dictate where to climb and how, defining the exact destination, using bribes and threats of all kinds. What is the point of such a method when everyone does better with the great teacher?
So live at the fun fair, learn with love and joy, sharing with your playful heart and the innocence with which you were born.
Mankind, kind man, you have one task in this era - save the Earth and each other. Let your love show in your work, your greatness shine through humility and let gratitude bring forbearance for the hardships you must face. The loved and loving creations of this world are more than your species, yet as the dominant life you carry the responsibility. One focus, one task, save Earth... and let it bond you as brother and sister across seas and land so that into the millennia to come you are as kin.
This path of life is challenge enough, without making mountains out of molehills, and yeah, we all see the craggy mountain of ice when we are afraid, triggered, maxed out emotionally... So instead of that high drama, breathe... let your energy come down to something softer... then breathe a few more times and watch that big 'ol scarface hill become something more friendly. Perception is everything. The only thing you can ever truly control is yourself, and that's something you can learn. So love everyone, including yourself... lay yourself down through the panic if you must, imagine you have no hands if it helps, or that you're meditating on the moon... whatever works... but when adults keep their panic and fear to themselves, they protect others. Calm returns. Self respect grows. Self control emerges. You gain liberty and maturity with empathy and greater self-reflection. We must be the calm mentors our children look toward for guidance, the keepers of deep wisdom and infinite love... that's what we should develop into... the kind of person every kid is blessed to be loved by.
Here we are with the wild flowers rising from the earth, looking to the casual eye as weeds until they bloom. Who pays attention to their chaotic stems that twist in the joy of new life until they wear colours as bold as any festival dive? Then there they are in the air that becomes more welcoming each day, a community of colours, a feast for butterfly and bee.
In the night I am as the flora of nature, alive and unseeing, existing only as myself. With eyes closed I am at home and the blackness around is my cocoon, a place in which my dreams may flow freely. So, as the moon and stars shine above the passing clouds of ink, as the air releases the heat of the day, my brain conjures a new movie for my inner eye.
Today the sunshine is in our bones, its heat radiating outwards into the bright day. It's as if the people glow, their aura so happy on these summer days. Oscar rests in the shade, his eyes on the foliage above, on each green leaf in that vast canopy. I watch him reclined in that dappled shade, a book resting on his raised knees, his eyes following the text as if it were the soft call of a lover. Before I've quite chosen what to do, my feet have taken me under that same tree, perhaps they longed to feel the coolness of the grass around him. And as he reads, I dream and the moments stretch out into a medicinal ambiance, made all the stronger for the heat, the brilliant light and the blessing of such company.
If you believe you can be a champion, you will be. If you believe you can stride over frontiers, you can. For just as muscles get bigger and stronger with use, so does the brain... it is a physical organ after all... still a part of the body. And so, whatever you feel is your mission, your duty for the self, others and Earth... become the gold standard of that mission. If you can imagine everyone setting out to find a different set of GPS coordinates, their own personal geo-cache, that's what we have in reality. It's your own treasure, my love, so really own it, make it yours.
Nearby my bedroom window were the tips of trees, a way to watch the seasons change in real time. From the bare wands of the wintry days, to the promise of spring buds and green leaves of the summertime awaiting their golden days. The rest of the room was simply the room, pretty though it was. That world beyond was everything to me and I breathed alongside my cousins of root and branch.
After every mountain peak there's another, yet the climbing is everything. With each stretch I reach higher; with each stride I'm stronger, I keep gaining a little more to carry me through the times of hardship. I feel the winter wind as a coldness to teach me to stay warm inside. I feel sharp rocks as a whisper to walk lightly. Those times the clouds shower me with their icy love, I let it remind me of the tears I prevent by walking these ways... and it makes me move all the faster. That's why I win, 'cause I learn from what's hard and sprint when the weather is fair. So if you wanna walk with me, that would be so sweet, just watch me and learn. One day you'll be the master teaching and I'll be in my rocking chair on some sunny porch. So, are you coming or what?
Let me hear that redemption song and I will be as the sweetest of jazz on spring breeze, my soul gently spreading into the natural world as such soft air does. Sing to me of the will to help your mother Earth heal, and I will have the joy I wish for you. Meditate on love, breathe love in until it is in the very core of your bones and becomes the force that informs your intentions, corrects ills and brings you to a higher resonance with the divine spirit. Redemption comes of a will to see your flaws, to make a plan for amends and see it through in joyous and autonomous sweat and toil. To each is given free will, and so each chooses their own path home. Love, cooperation, kindness, empathy... let these be your lights and may you be strong enough to see what they reveal.
His kiss is not at all the same as those movie stars, but one steeped in a passion that ignites. It is the promise of realness, of the primal desire that lives in us all. And with it he tells me that he is awake, connected within, that he embraces himself rather than hide as a copy of those romantic idols.
The beach stretched out alongside the water, these constant friends chattering as the water comes in her reassuring way, as if her joy is to soothe the sand. And in her wake she gives the chance for life, for the rock pools to refill. Those briny waves come as rain to a dessert, a gift never repaid, as it always is with nature... the strong give, life thrives... and so it goes on.