January 6, 2026
Today in contemplation
Open your eyes. See love without fear. This is joy. Happiness comes and goes like flowery blossoms. They bring fragrance and beauty which never lasts. You praise their presence, then they fade. You are the bloom on the rose of life. Your stem runs deep to survive frigid winters. Cold and dormant, you wait. There is no desire. No expectation. Only joy. You are joy in existence. You are neither fragrance nor beauty. You are joy being a rose. Live life as eternal joy and not as the flower that blooms and fades. Let the rose express your existence but do not live for it in vain. Existence cannot sustain itself. The rose cycles through the seasons approaching death with each turning. In the end it is free as the bloom fades into the eternal. Its joy lasts forever.
