When I was about ten, my mother took me aside at a party and led me to a young man sitting on our couch. When we were introduced, his eyes turned inward, and I asked, “Is anything wrong?”
“No, I’m fine.” And then with a wistful, one-sided smile: “I was hearing the music of the spheres.”
All those years intervening – the angers, frustrations, desires and sorrows. What would they have generated had I been aware?
I stand amid a field of intention three billion years deep, and a solar system wide.
I cannot exert myself. I can only surrender to love.
It must be my nature. But – I was given the choice.