Reply To: Week 28: “As my heart paints the canvas of life . . .”



As my heart paints the canvas of life, difficulties are transformed into Gran Masters teaching me the lessons I most need to learn. Hardship disintegrates, leaving only the soothing embrace of liberation. Sorrow gives way to joy, as my body is lovingly cradled by the wisdom of my soul. I am safe, I am free, though it doesn’t always seem that way to a mind seeped in illusion.

As my heart paints the canvas of life, fears become flowers and darkness becomes light. I fall to my knees, touch my forehead to the ground, and as I rise from my humble pose, my heart paints a transcendent smile upon my face, and grateful tears flow freely from my shining eyes. I am home.

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