Love is the Way

When you do, do. That is all.

Past, present, future converge into an instant. Your focus becomes action and action becomes focus, motion crisp, outcomes immaterial. Time recedes into the loam. Movement is breath. Breath is life.

When you are alive, live. That is all.

Let loose the expectation of perfection, find your center, and the universe will reveal itself in new and uncertain ways. Thought and movement merge.

When you work, work. That is all.

Surrender to the process and let it flow without the mind impeding the action. Free from thought, the art flows from head to heart, heart to head, coarsing through the body until it finds blossoms into the world expressed in your unique way, in your unique terms.

You are the way.

You are an instrument of love, and your work is the clearest expression of your inner essence. Imperfect at best, it is perfect in its origin and execution.

To live is to love and to love is to step outside the self and become an instrument of something greater, to see people as people, to bath in the endless beauty of a world alive in constant change, to live in confidence, not fear, because you are who you are so you will be who you will be. When you give of yourself and become the process, that is love.

Love is the way.