The thinker has vanished.
Happiness is here (where It Is always, but the thinker thought she had to pull the right strings; one marionette playing with another — joke’s on me😁).
Love waterfalls through this being now, pouring out of my pores, and laughter is the music.
On the cusp of your enneagram retreat, it feels apropos to share. Bless Leela, in all its forms.
Traveling lightly, going nowhere (now here), grounded — truly grounded — in/as groundless Being