Nothing left to hang on to. To know anything else is like being a bird with one broken wing. To heal, sometimes we just have to wait beside the River until we can hear It whisper. If the River takes one second, or lifetimes to respond, we're not concerned. In our restfulness we forget time.
Nature takes our mind into the gentleness of our soul.
The mind bows to the Heart. We know that no force in the universe can take away our joy. Lightness is the great healer. Lightness is the mischievous transformer of ordinary perception into laughter. It mocks our seriousness and can't wait for us to trip over our limited beliefs.