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The Song From Today's Episode: Until Love Becomes My NameBooks For ArtistsMy Public Diary The road.Sometimes, other people hear your voice before you do.Sometimes, other people see a light you don't.And they tell you it shines from you.And you don't believe them; how could you?For you don't see that light.But you've been looking.But you've been looking in the wrong places.Treading carefully along a path well-lit.But no path worth walking is well-lit.No path well-lit is worth walking.The path that's for you is pitch-black.And by walking it, you disappear.Your road wants you naked.By walking it, you unclothe.And by getting to know the road, you are getting to know yourself.And when the road knows you, and you don't know the road.Jump.Others have jumped before you.And with every step, you are a little less you and a little more road.And there will come a step when there is one last foot you and one fresh foot road.And when you take that final step, you become the road. Your real work is the death of you.A birth cloaked as death.It’s sweet to die alive. That’s three letters we sing in one song.But from your lips this time.God Mastery And GodHard work is required to gain the skills. A master then unlearns everything to become a child again. He learns to surrender to the divine. He learns to be life; not force it but to let it unfold through him. He learns to trust in life and knows he’s a mere tool of creation. He obeys and respects the art that comes through. He sees the brilliance of the art and recognizes that he is a mere fool and the work is untouched by him; hence the art captures divinity he could never create alone. Great effort turns to non-effort for the master who has walked the long road that ends in God. He dissolves into his work and smiles when the world cherishes his art. It is not his art, it's the world’s. He quietly communes and serves. He became an artist by his own hands; then at the edge of mastery, he let go and let God do the rest. a geniusLet's the divine do it alltakes all the creditknow he's a foolThe more one tries the less genius he isThe more one surrenders the more intelligent one becomesLife is intelligencegeniuses don't stand in the way of life You can’t police the divine like you police yourselfI never know howThe song writes itselfI never know howThe book writes itselfI sit by myself And I feel I ought to writeI get up and grab my guitarAnd the most beautiful little piece comes my way Through my hands Untouched DivinePureEffort is not a word I’d useFloating perhapsStepping asideSurrenderingBathing in bliss The work works aloneAnd in that divine momentI feel I am the workA windowI obey There is no need to collect or consume anything. It's all within the soul. Unbecome. Melt all you collected. Be who you are. Create with your soul and delight the world. All is within. You came complete. Just see that, be that, and express that. It's the most natural, and effortless soul expression that you are longing for. Spontaneous unfoldment of who you are for your brothers and sisters. It’s all within. Create in meditation, bask in God, and share by direct experience. What you create emanates the state you are in when you create the work. Share God in all you do. Measure your work not by effort and time spent but by the emanation and frequencies that you delight the world with. Take care of yourself and enjoy the freedom and time you have. Watch with your own two eyes what two hands and God can create together. SongsBooksArticlesLila Tace