You and I stand together on the doormat. The door is within hand’s reach…and unlocked.

Yet we choose to pirouette endlessly. Dizzily. Bowing to the door, to each other, to the mirrors all around. We spring upward into the air and tap our feet together. We prance around furiously and crash into each other. We smile, we curse, we laugh, we cry.

And finally we sit down, exhausted. This can be a good thing.

The door opens to freedom. Our pure and longed for freedom. And it is unlocked.

Why do we not simply open the door? Why do we forego the joy that is ours? Why do we seemingly choose chaos over peace?

Because we have forgotten.

We no longer remember who we are. We are dizzy, so separated from the Truth that we have chosen to busy ourselves with anything that might distract us from our Reality. Religion, politics, jobs, family, games, smartphones…

If you and I can slow down from our endless pirouetting and let go of our stories, perhaps then we might enter that place of silence where the still, small Voice can be heard. We can listen and know that we don’t know, slowing down the dance to that place where we surrender to Love.

When we no longer see ourselves as the dancer, as identified with who we think we are, then we can perhaps let go and melt into that place where we no longer know. And this is a good thing. Thinking that we know what we do not, identifying as that which we are not, seeing that which is not - all judgments that have blinded us to Truth.

Let us together choose to recognize that perhaps we are confused, that perhaps we do not know. And that perhaps that is a good thing.

Then, maybe, the door will open of its own accord.