Sometimes I don’t know what I’m talking about.  So I just talk.  This feels like one of those times.

I woke up in the middle of the night with these words in my mind:

Come into the world largely

Truly … where did that come from?

I felt into the words and realized they had nothing to do with being born.  Something else was here.

“Be large every day.”  Is that it?  Bringing a spiritual oomph to the moments?  That sounds closer.

“Large.”  As in louder, more forceful in the marketplace of human beings?  No.  How about more porous … as in lots of space inside and out?  Yes.

All of this is in the realm of figuring things out.  Do I need the analysis?  No.  It doesn’t contribute.

Maybe I should just notice the lovely shapes of the five words, of the twenty-three letters.  Nice curves and swirls.

Or … I could allow the words which so gracefully appeared overnight to float away in the light of day.

Bye bye