I give myself to the one task that, for me, is not a distraction, the one task that is
never boring or tiresome, though for others it would feel like
"work," the one task that nourishes all the secret rivers of my humanity, for it is the one task that I must
do to be me, then "I" am not the do-er at all. The universe blossoms through
my hands and heart. "I" am the voice who doubts it and whispers,
"You are just being selfish." But really, how else could I transcend the limits of this little self except
by offering my body and mind into the
fire of what I love?
In some small way, following even the tiniest thread, start doing what you love now.