It occurs to me that the house in which we live our lives is made up of the thoughts we think each day. They frame the windows we stare from and the yard in which we play. They form the substance of what we remember and color every breath and deed. We rarely remodel. We may move furniture or occasionally paint, but very slowly does the herd of thoughts transform. They are mostly the same as yesterday, again, again, again. What is the resultant life? Happy? Inspired? Sad? Addicted?

Contemplate the source of the tree rather than the same leaves and branches. Follow its lifeblood from the sun to the water to the earth. Feel photosynthesis going on within you. Synthesis. Breathe the free air and smell the subtle smells. See the green color, letting your eyes relax a second time to draw in its depths...

This sort of looking inspires a different kind of thought, does it not? While there may be a house in your mind at current, there can be a temple. Glass walls cut into prisms at every join, bending light into brilliant luminance and awakening our perception when we enter. Spinning chimes take breezes and sunbeams, synesthesia of touch, light and sound. Flowers bloom, vines roll, birds sing. It is obvious the source of things here. Light, earth, wind, water, everything pointing your senses back to something pure.

The house of the mind gets cluttered with trinkets and dirty clothes, dust and grime. Within are idols to cultural ideals, trends, what it takes to get a mate or whatever is desired from other people. This is a worthwhile endeavor, but know that there are people whose mind and life are focused on these sources of things, and their life grows from them. Clear become the motives of people to one who sees these sources, and quickly does the tolerance for impure intention fade. Into sharp focus become our own intentions as well, and quickly also do we see the result of a mind built with beams of wood and social etiquette rather than beams of light and self-awareness.

To know thyself is to know all others.

To then forgive is to dry the kindling for love.

Love is clear excitement and joy for the life you live.

Love is to be accepting of all on their path, wherever it may be.