Darkness, well that can be a choice, not the best choice, but, yeah. So that leaves light being a choice, and it's by far the best choice. A heart wants to live in light in as much as a heart desires the happiness of freedom and wide-open spaces. Smiling is a thing most needed, desired with all the desire one might have for gold.
When I look at a person, darkness allows me no color to write their story in my heart. Light, when I look a person in the light, this light affords me all the color I need to write the story I see in them into a beautiful word painting that's wonderful for everyone to behold. Which choice do I make? Well, if I desire to smile with the same desire as I have for gold, I chose the latter, I chose the light.
It's funny isn't it, how people don't see themselves as possessing all their intrinsic lovely light. They put themselves down, they disavow their own light. Of all the good they have and own, they feign ignorance, trying to put it under a blanket. I notice this all the time, or more precisely during those times I've chosen my own light. When I've chosen light, I can't help but notice the beautiful color inspired by the other person's light, and I desperately want to call their color out, name it, write it, paint it, and my hope is their own light inspired color will put a smile on their face.
Light, it seems, is always a step above. It's sweet as honey and gives us the beautiful spectacle of a rainbow after the rain. Both bring
smiles. One might walk right on by a rose, a choice, or one might stop to smell that very rose, also a choice. Me, while I have and constantly chose to walk past the rose, my heart makes me want the darned light in my life because I desire to find beautiful things - like the rare chance to find and then smell a beautiful red rose, isn't this just like the sweetness of the honey the bees in the trees make?
The thing is, not every rose is red. Then not all the bees use only the clover to make their honey. Maybe, just maybe, we need to see others as roses made with many colors and honey made from the pollen of different flowers. Each one possessing light that projects a unique beauty in their intrinsic fragrance and sweet taste. Darkness shrouds this. But the light makes this ridiculously apparent! Then come those smiles, the smiles we realize are more valuable than gold.
As Always - With So Much Peace and A Lot Of Love - Tod w/one d
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