I Am Here....

I am here to clothe my path in words to share with those who are interested. The path is itself silent and that is the paradox to be held in wordless awareness. There is a simple energy invested in what I write. I never write with anything but the intention to let it unfold anyway it wants. I accidentally typed “funfold” and had to correct it. But funfolding oughta be a word. I say that because following your intuition is following your bliss.

The door to the collective unconscious is always wide open, but who dares enter it? The price you pay for venturing inward is often great. The void is nothing but trouble until you let it do what it wants to with you. And what it wants is mysterious and golden. The mists of your past block its cry; so you must be adamant in your intention to just discover what is.

Right now a small bird is chirping outside the window. His sound sings of the mystery. One day he will fall from the sky and no one will be the wiser. That is a teaching.

Vicki Woodyard
http://www.bobwoodyard.com