Our child within, is in no way shackled by the linear, disconnected routes most adults restrict themselves to

Our child within, is in no way shackled by the linear, disconnected routes most adults restrict themselves to, comfortably adventured across the conventional chasm separating seeming strangers and into a friend’s heart. For the child within this is no big deal. There is no such thing as “stranger” in the mind of the child within, just as there is no such thing as race; such is the openness of their buyout hearts, such is there wonder. There is less, if any, of a wall separating the child within from you, the owl, the Cedar; there is less separating the moon from the stars. The Child Within can travel freely from one star to the next, from one dream to another, from their heart to yours, across seas upon seas most dare not travel and most separate themselves from.

This is the unbridled spirit of adventure children embody so well—sinuously going where their hearts take them, across seas that have no edges, no limits, into the hearts of others, into the Heart of Existence.

This is the gift of the child within bring—living unscheduled, unbounded by time and space, thus available to the timeless, boundless nature of our spirit. And in this, they invite us into wider winding passages where we become more alive and where the distance between you and I and all of life fades.