Without any concern for what things need to be.

The Cosmos has an innate sense of what things need to be. “Water seeks its own level–and finds its way to the sea.” Birds and butterflies migrate when the time is right. Our body knows when a nap is necessary. We find our way to who we are and what is ours to do.

When we impose wanting prematurely and want wildly, incessantly, we create clashing waves and turbulent currents when all we ever really wanted was smooth and easy.