I examine my fingerprint. It’s as if I’m looking at the ocean from a great height. The rings on the surface of my fingers present themselves in a unique way, telling a story. Everything is recorded there. I’m a unique being and am at one with my body and spirit. I’m pure and innocent and move about the world full of curiosity and grace. I touch, listen, taste and feel my environment. I live every day anew. I’m free and unattached, detached and authentically I move through life searching for love and happiness. I have the strength to be spontaneous and unconstrained. I’m true and well-disposed to myself and my loves. Even when I’m ridiculed for be a fool or naïve or imperfect I go my own individual way. The supposedly small, private things end up being big and are the actual meaning of life. I’m a child of the cosmos and only as an individual am I alive.
I start each day afresh.