The Freedom that Comes from Being Light

When the world becomes too much to bear, the only response is to stop and throw all of your cares to the wind. The freedom that comes from being light – how can anything compare?

Years ago, a worker sat down to rest from his job at the factory. His hand was hurting him and his head ached. All of a sudden, there arrived in his mind this thought: “Why do you worry about your body when it is your soul that is sick?” He was dumbstruck and couldn’t move for a minute or more. When he finally came to, he felt a sensation growing inside his stomach – a warm tingling he hadn’t felt before. “Where did it come from?” he asked. “I ate but an hour ago. Besides, this is not hunger, but something more.”

When at last he heard the bells signaling the return to his post, he stood to go. But first, he breathed deeply and said: “The LORD has come upon me today and asked me to change. My answer now determines whether I shall live a free man, or whether I shall die a slave to the torments of a lesser power.” Saying this, he collected himself and turned the corner, lit with a glow before unknown to him. The Spirit of Life took hold of him from that point on, and he became a holy man whom many loved and desired to be near.

What a way to explain the aches of a sorrowful heart. What a way to understand the powers of a force you can’t contain. When you stop to consider how far apart the people have grown – how distant from each other they’ve become – you realize that someone must act, something must move. But how, but why, but who? Your chaos divides you in two and there is little room for the pleasures of a simple life devoted to love.

Four winds from every way
blew toward a single spot.
I came and stood amidst them all
and lost myself in thought.

Lo, how a rose e’er blooing—
petal, petal, petal—free
me from the garden of impossible
woes.

Be yourself, be free.
The simplest thing to do
is breathe.

Wow, my gosh almighty – what a looker you are. What a pretty little thing on the verge of growing up. When the time comes for courting, you’ll be the first one swept off your feet.

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