Fret

 In the waking hours, we fret, we gripe, we complain about that which we have no control over; for control is simply an illusion. Life spins, life moves and quickly washes away for fear paralyzes, often to the point of petrifaction.  The rivers they overflow, the oceans they swell and the becomes mind inundated with erratic notions posed by the accepted thoughts of those deemed the "norm of society".  And so the mind creates a sense of uncertainty, of hesitation for life should be that simple; life should fit within the parameters of normalcy and simplicity our guide. Yet life is that simple, for love is simple, it is pure, it is healing. However, the mind digs, it complicates and twists the words, the truth of feelings so they are tainted and thus unrecognizable leaving trepidation the only valid experience. The complexities created by the mind manipulate the very meaning and intention of love and life becomes a labyrinth by which we attempt to maneuver yet we quickly become lost.  Deflated, hopeless, we continue to circle love, never attempting its approach for fear of become dependent upon another.  Dependence upon another, dependence upon anything other than self sends a message that inferiority is complacency which equates to obsequious life behaviors subsequently dependent upon the mind. Funny, the mere idea of dependence frightens, sending us running for shelter yet when we stop to evaluate life we uncover the very dependence from which we ran; dependence upon the mind. This identified dependence scars for it makes us subservient to an obsessive, controlling force, influenced by pretentious perceptions and shallow theories.  The mind hinders, it fabricates, it sways and before we know it we are held captive, fighting to be freed yet silently closing the door to our own cage. Shackles drag, they slow all the while the key to our freedom resides in our own hand, hidden.  Why are we permitted to become dependent upon a scything  mind serving us an abrasive future?  The words of the mind are harsh, they belittle even the most confident of hearts for the words echo in the deepest caverns of the abyss permitting all to hear and mock.  The heart, the antithesis of the mind, renders love not only possible but probable.  Wordless words genuinely and eloquently spoken from the heart paint a portrait of a dynamic future and play a melody of endless support, love and freedom.  It is in the dependence of the heart that freedom is gained for love is attained and life, itself, embraced.  Love liberates the heart from the shackles of the mind though we, the keeper of the key.  With the mind no longer controlling and the heart permitted dependence, the wordless words reiterate the promises of the soul; unconditional, nonjudgmental, nonconforming love.  So it is with eyes wide to see our sightly, love filled, jovial future and ears to hear the enchanting melody tenderly resounding in the quagmires of our soul that we embrace our life, we live our life in love.  

In the waking hours we fret, we gripe for we have lost sight and turned a deaf ear to the wordless words of the heart. Let fear dissipate, let the mind listen to the wordless words of the heart for there the truth lies.  Free your heart that it may not be inhibited by the radical constraints which shackles the very core of our soul. Dependence upon love will bring more love when permitted to be encountered within the arms of trust.  And so we walk into this day confident in the heart for it has become the appointed leader of our very soul.  The mind silenced in love and fret no longer our diligent behavior.  Confidently we walk, grounded in faith we choose our direction, each path illuminated in love.  Though the paths twist and turn creating for us anxious moments, the heart leads the mind, it leads the body into the future unafraid of its uncertainty for the heart knows God; it recognizes His voice in the gentle breeze which tickles the cheeks and the warmth of the sun which shines upon the back warming the chilly bones.  Life has become an awareness of love; each breath inhaled is inhaled in love; each breath exhaled expels the residue of doubt, of fear left by the solitary confinement implored by the mind. Fret no longer for unconditional love has been discovered, it has been accepted by the heart let it resonate throughout your life that life may become love.  Love, God's intent; love, God's promise; love, God's insistence.  Love is not independent of the heart for it quickly rivals the mind, its roots grounded in our connections with one another and with God.  These connections, our dependence, solidifies the innateness of love, of God, of truth.  Fret, now an action of the past as it is just a release of fabricated, irrational thoughts deplored by the mind in its effort to bind the heart with chains of compromised intent. Palpitations of the heart echo the call of God to love, to be love and to accept love.  Love, the action of our present, accepted as truth illuminating our future that we may always see the face of God in our present.