The World’s Alive When You Are
You don’t heal by fixing yourself. You heal by dancing with the world.
Our world is violent.
It treats people, dreams, and heart like objects to push around— meeting slimy whims.
So we put up our walls and see the world as a battlefield.
But this is a shabby lie.
A lie that tricks us into feeling alone and in conflict, even within ourselves.
Everything is alive. Even your grief. Even your joy.
And it’s waiting for you to speak.
Everything in our world has a face—confronting us with its presence.
The world comes alive when we acknowledge its aliveness and speak to it.
It replies in echoing sirens of meaning, cutting the haze of searching with the peaks of resplendent Being—sleeping like the rivers.
This is the answer to all questions.