The right kind of idea has a quality to it which is substantially different from the pasture of thorny burs that we often sit in.

The flower of a love-related thought has the vitality and lives anywhere. Oh look, see it?

We’re not unfamiliar with its beauty. But love’s flower is not easy to zoom in on when we think we have to avoid the poison ivy.

What if just noticing the love-thought’s fragrance could clear your sinus a little and let you breathe better?

You are able to notice the relief… it’s actual.

And what if that thought-flower you saw made another bloom start to sprout?

They’re already planted by the zillions, each one ready to pop out for you when you look- it’s just how it’s set up, each one intended for you to look at and enjoy.

Plus, its appearance is motion-activated; by your own motion.

And that way you’re able to see it- when you move your gaze high and are ready to see it.

And it’s symbiotic with all other beings, reconnecting us to all and each.

What if the love you think brings with it a little calm for a time and a sort of a peaceful  5 seconds? You are experiencing it now in bits. Notice it, nice.

A plan: Stop digging your hole, climb up, take a shower,and get the little bit I’m pointing to.

Are you okay with it, with its refreshment?

We all spend lots on something that we hope will give this same effect.

But it’s just not that satisfying and delicious quench we need.

What if the love is just set up this way, that when we’re open to love’s universe, we can look at someone, anyone and they appear as they are actually set up, beautiful, even loveable?

What if instead of the trans-fatted-synthetic-version of the world we see, we leave that version behind on the shelf and wonder if there might be a more real one?

Love is here, as us, for us to see, one at a time, our beauty already there, waiting for us to want it to pop forth, if we just get out of our armored car.