There seems to be two paths.
One that is in harmony with life, and one that is destructive to life.
Every action that I make is rooted in one or the other.
Once taken, these paths have both subtle and extreme manifestations.
Small, seemingly insignificant actions, and actions that have a visible impact.
I don't see the impact of the small actions, unless I am internally silent.
Only when I am silent internally can I see if my actions are harmonious or destructive.
The intellect is never satisfied, the ego is always making noise.
It wants to see a fanfare, an explosion, a drama.
It wants more and more and more.
My heart is fulfilled by the subtle things.
It feels joy in silence. It feels connected. It delights in the smallest thing.
It enjoys simply being.
The intellect has become far too important.
It is a tool of limited vision, a restless state of incompleteness.
While my heart is the wisdom-doorway to life.
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