Surrounded with so many souls with strings attached to chores during the day...I begin to think what would set them free...See what colours it brings to be liberated. Do they aspire to be Free? Do they know what it feels to be on the other side? Have they been there? If yes, are they still there and living the Joy?
Prima facie with this Joy... I value it, treasure it...know how short-lived it is and the difference it makes .Submission to it is the only way to restore the Happiness it brings. Accepting it and confiding it to the source is the only action that justifies the truth. It amplifies.
A promise made to thyself that I shall not succumb to the boulders of shyness, impermeable walls of the fear, expectation and recognition of my action. It is there to make me liberated of these invisible strings. I shall spread it with the flame, supported with the wick of my Faith in mankind. It shall spread like the pollens and nurtured, sourced with my belief, and gratitude to all who have touched me and juxtaposed me with the feeling.