The heart in stillness is like a flower in the morning sun—it opens up. So many things we seek in the effort to make our hearts glad. So much that we seek only hardens the heart in the armor of fear.
If it is for the benefit of our small and separate self that we pursue the things in this world, disappointment is already written in the pages of our destiny. In the noise and desperation of self-seeking the heart withers. In the silence of being the heart expands, fearless, embracing all and radiating the fragrance of true joy.
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