what else can I do but believe? what else can I do but believe in happy endings? what else can I do but believe in true love, a forever after, and in the ultimate power of the higher and greater good? I think belief is a choice, I think belief is a houseguest we can allow into our heart if we’d answer its knocking and let it make itself at home. I hope to make my heart a place hospitable to belief, to love, to hope, to faith, to kindness, to forgiveness, to all of these beauties that are emanations of light. I believe virtue is each striation of the splitting of the rainbow. I believe virtue is each color, each flavor, each wavelength of the whole spectrum contained in the brilliant white light.
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but, really, what else can I do? time and time again I’m reminded that we live not by bread alone, and if I am without belief, if I am without love, if I am without hope, then my heart, my spirit, my soul starve.
I’ve learned that we never starve for these things due to famine, nor due to scarcity, but due to their refusal, like petulant toddlers with pursed lips. these nutrients of the soul are more abundant than matter itself. we need only open our hands and our hearts to receive.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 