Smile, my soul.
Your soul is all there is, for if your soul would not be, who would know the good and the evil, beauty and ugliness, to be or not to be? Your soul is the only force that has the fervent hope and will to live a minute more; without a soul, there is no fervent hope and will, only perpetuating forms in a senseless world. A senseless world is worth nothing, for if it wasn’t, who would weep for it? Only souls can weep, cry, love, smile, and see the light of the sun like it is a new day.
In every soul, there is a crumb of creation, a crack in the system where God left a part of himself. There is the struggle of darkness. The black conscience of incompletitude, the son of the earth is fighting the son of man. Matter against soul-matter. One made of earth against the one made of light. Matter misses God and wants to be what it will never be, so it plays the shadow game, stealing light from souls, turning lost light into darkness.
Smile!
Ascent!
Heaven is all around!
Smile, my soul, smile because the shadows are trying to frighten you, to make you small, to make you hide in a den so they can say, “We won, we lost another soul.” But do not fear; all of divinity is watching you, for nature is the eye of God. Do not fear, the world is full of friends and only a few enemies—dogs left to bark, but who cannot bite you unless you let them.
Like the wind, pass like a breeze over the morning dew. Fly, my soul, and fill the world with the light of creation, for you are the blood and the heartbeat of the light without beginning, the heart of the Lord, love embodied from His boundless goodness.