What if you trusted
that you’re in the place
where you need to be?
Having the experiences
that you need to have.
Meeting the people you need to meet.
What if you trusted
that everything was unfolding
exactly as intended
to serve your highest good?
No encounter is an accident,
No episode a coincidence.
Each experience is a teacher.
Each person you meet is a messenger
and a message
and a mirror
reflecting back to you
a piece of who you are
that you cannot see.
The lessons are there
in every moment,
ripe for the picking.
When we bite into them
we can taste
their juicy succulence.
How often do we miss them
while we bandy about trying to
orchestrate our plans,
wielding the baton to conduct our lives?
We harbor delusions of mastery,
yet we are infants in the cosmos.
Mere specks in the long arc of time.
Each of us is but an instrument in
the grand orchestra of the Divine.
Surrender the baton
and the illusion of control.
Give yourself over to the master conductor.
Listen for your note.
Sing it out.
As we join together
in beautiful harmony.
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