The feelings of acceptance give humans the pathway out of the conditioned mind. The conditioned mind therefore cannot be creative, because it is not. it is blind.
A calming feeling came up, when watching rain drip of a window from inside a car. What at first glance may look like a meaningless chore of the weather systems may give you hope to actually clear the storms that the mind takes the unwatchful.
Drops moved, changed shape, gathered, warped, stayed still, gathered in circles, moved in various speeds, as if each was deeply rooted in its own journey and its own being. Some seems to be floating and jumping happily. Nothing could interfered with the journey of the collective, besides life itself as it was continuously pouring more rain.
Life is begging us to sit still. Life is begging us to watch the leafs change, the walls collapse, the messages in the bottles be delivered, so the hearts break free from the minds.
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