Clarity is beautiful. It is truth.
Clarity takes away unearned respect.
Beliefs are for sale everywhere. Some we buy into never intending to keep them.
But the action of ‘letting them go’ never takes place and so they remain.
They become attached, a part of us – nurtured.
What would they look like if they were floating in a glass of pure water?
Crystalline perfection? Clarified? Beautiful?
Some of our beliefs become part of our human fountain. Fountain waters recirculate.