There were thoughts, which told me not to and keep on the straight path.  Once I got to the flowers those thoughts turned to expectation- what message would the flowers give me, what opportunity could be present.  Would there be a treasure awaiting me there because there had to be a reason I was led to the flowers. 

There was no treasure.  No sign. No opportunity. No reason.  The flowers were it, and this subtle truth:  Living for beauty is enough.

My path has been such that I seek treasure everywhere. I am always looking for something. However this endeavor is slowly losing its partner.  Me.

Lately I walk slower. I move less.  I talk less. I expect less. I am less and in this way I am more- more of who I am and what God intends.  

To only live for beauty and love is what I want to do, however it still seems silly.  This is because of the society in which we live, coupled with the fact I have little money and no income coming in. Shouldn’t I be doing more?  Maybe, but I don’t want to. 

I never quite understood what Rumi meant- Let the beauty we love be what we do.  

The beauty at the moment of my walk were the purple and white flowers and that moment I lived for them.  I moved toward them.  I answered my soul’s desire to allow beauty to be my guide. Perhaps this is a lesson on living.

Let the beauty you love be what you do.

Namaste, 

Nikki