Reaching For The Light

Spirit tells me that I need to learn to live in community
in a mutually satisfactory way, with all others who are
also living, or trying to live, within the same conditions.

How’s that possible where I am?

Where are you?

Below ground level, it seems, in the mud of a bog,
entangled within roots of weeds, as well as among
roots of more respected plants, who are each also
striving to live their life, their way.

All ways are one way.

Which is?

Reaching for the light.

Success in small things prepares us

Spirit seems to scold me for setting goals that are

So limited that they do not, to Him, qualify

To even be called such.

 

Where is intention and striving toward?

 

Perhaps I’m afraid of failure.

 

What’s wrong with failure?

 

I’m also afraid of success.

 

Yes. But, why?

 

Where to go from there?

 

It would, or could, He tells me, become as

Just one more of the many everyday successes

In my life.

 

Such as?

 

Preparing dinner.