February 12, 2026
Today in contemplation
To journey only as the me of the body is to travel the world with ignorance and fear as your companions. Beware. They turn daylight into darkness. They cast you into a deep pit of despair. The path you once knew as straight and narrow had no pitfalls. Songbirds led the way. You who die in darkness have no one to cry over your grave. Where are the mothers? Where are the fathers? Where are those who have gone before? They lie in darkness beside you. Listen to the sweet words of lovers. Lovers are like songbirds. They know the way. Their mouths shape meaning for you to hear. It is their truth that you seek. Reach out to the apparition that hides in darkness. Its tongue is the path of wisdom. It speaks with authority to those with ears to hear. Drink in its love. It is the friend whose discourse you hear in silence. Do you remember now? Then say so. Write it down. Be aware that you are the one who speaks. Who is not enthralled by the message of their own heart? That message is love. Love is at the bottom of the pit ready to push despair upward and outward. Accept its presence as your true nature. You are the singing of the nightingale. You are the dawning of each new day. You are love and wisdom. There is no other.
