Knowledge is not what you think it is. Or, at least, it is more than you know. True knowledge has the flavor of wisdom, of instinct, of innocence about it, and it lives in order to be known.

When you have knowledge and keep it a secret, it withers and dies a slow death. Someday your secrets will die with you. What, before then, should you say? Knowledge gains power when shared. Ignorance breeds contempt. With the understanding of the world you have gained – over time and the distance of living – comes the obligation to offer it up.

There are people beside you, behind you, around you, who crave what you know like bread. Feed them so they can feed others who hunger; eventually all will be fed.

Compassion is vital to anything in life, but its knowledge requires practice. Do that. Then teach that. Then share the fruits of the knowledge of mind.

Your knowledge is a gift; offer it, with discernment. Just as you would not give a baby bird to a vicious dog, be careful who you hand your wisdom to. Some knowledge is private and shared only through action, suggestion, or breath. Some knowledge is general, and may be cast over the fields like seed. Some is nascent; you may pass it along and the receiver may not know what to do with it. It’s OK. They will hand it off elsewhere, or tuck it away and one day pull it out to find it finally fits.

Just as you would share your knowledge, remember it is wise to know how to receive. You cannot offer what you have yet to integrate, so take your time, allow it to ferment, and churn, and digest.

Knowledge rises with age, until something appears at the top, available in the precise moment it’s called for. Then skim and gather and form, place it in the waiting palm, and make the world whole, once again. ❀

Fruition is an ongoing process. It is not only the point where what you wanted to happen, happens. Fruition is everything along the way, and after that.

Each moment of your life is the fruition of all that has come before. If you appreciate or enjoy anything about your present circumstances, then regret is absolutely moot. Because everything up to this moment has contributed to now; this moment is the sum of all your choices and events.

Solitude may be the fruition of your relationships that didn’t work out. That leads to loving yourself, if you let it. Community might be the fruition of all the times you were lonely, until you finally stood up and walked out to find people again. Everything is the fruition of what came before, but you’ll never know exactly what came from what.

If you dislike anything about today, you have no need to blame. Just think for a moment about what brought you here, and contemplate what might take you onwards. Do not denigrate yourself or others; do not blame or guilt or find fault. Every choice, every event, and your perceptions and responses to those things, make up the mosaic of What Is. Here you are, so rejoice.

All your steps that brought you here were acts of faith. Please trust yourself to carry on accordingly. Even if you are unhappy, you have done no wrong that cannot be accounted for and healed. You have also done no right that cannot be undermined, dismissed, or regretted. Rest in confidence, and go on. Everything changes.

You don’t need to be cheerful all the time, but appreciate the fruition of your life. It is waiting right in front of you, low-hanging fruit. If you are hungry, eat of it. If someone else needs it, give it to them. There will always be enough to go around. The elements of your life are fertile, as is the ground. Each moment seeds are being planted, each moment tasks are being tended to, each moment you reap what you have sown. This is called karma, the simple balancing act. ❀

The emotion of delight is often confusing for humans. There are so many elements to feel all the time, about feelings one is having and whether or not one should. For some reason, over time, humans seem to grow shy about the simple, deep directness of delight.

Delight is fundamental. It is simple. It is safe. It is a blossoming sensation, arising from within the heart and mind. It can be as easy as a laugh, breaking forth in spontaneous combustion of the soul, a little blip of joy escaping and then bursting like a bubble in air.

Delight is sometimes anticipated, which can either increase or decrease the actual experience of delight. Your choice. Your view. Your perspective.

Allowing yourself to be surprised by the world – for some people, that is a challenge. But for the moments when you rest in confidence of the space the world holds for you, any beauty, any connection, any glimpse of the holy nature of existence can bring delight.

It is not often thought of in scripture, but simply to be in the world is the delight of the gods, who cannot fully incarnate because of their nature. They find delight everywhere on Earth. They do not, as some worry, delight in the suffering of mortals. But they do wonder, occasionally, at the lack of delight mortals show.

When did you all become jaded, and tired, and spent? Do you not glance up in your dusty cell to note the fragile beauty of the new-spun spider’s web? And do you not, when she catches a fly, delight? Not for the woe of the insect entrapped, but for the demonstration of the arachnid’s art, and of course, the prospect of their supper. And do you not, for that moment of delight, forget the sorrow of being yourself, trapped in the world?

Delight is the path to liberation, spiders, flies, et al. ❀