In an early morning dream, they came to me. Just a few of them, intertwined together in a corner
outside of a garage, and by the pavement.

I looked at them with some level of disgust.

But they just looked at me, innocent as any animal can be, and then minding their own business,
whatever that may be.

I woke up, looked up for dream interpretation. It says worms in dreams can mean transformation.
With that, I went into my meditation for the morning.

Somehow they kept coming to me.

Please go away, I don’t want to have anything to do with you.

To me, worms are among the lowest forms of life in the pecking order.

Wiggling in earth, in soil, they are vulnerable, weak, and not very appeasing to look at.

Anyone can just step on them, birds and lots of other animals can feed on them.

Please just go away, I asked again. More insistent.

But no, they didn’t. Not only they didn’t go away, they were distinctly trying to make their way to my
heart.

With all the mental fortitude I had, I blocked their entrance.

“No way you are coming in!” I told them.

Then a voice within said: “Let them be. Let go of your fortitude. Let them do what they want to do and
see how it evolves.

Just trust because it has always worked for you.

In unimaginable ways things come to you…”

I listened, and relented. I let go of the stronghold of my mind – the blockage.

They made their way into my heart…

I sat, and just observed the effect – how I felt.

These little things are really interesting.

They came in, they loosened the soil in the garden of my soul, in the depth of my heart where hardness
has developed over the years without me even noticing it.

They worked and worked, tireless little creatures.

As they worked, I felt more at ease, more relaxed, as if tension is loosened.

They worked into my conscious mind…

They showed me that they are very simple. They live to the most basic form of life, and along the way
they loosen the soil and bring nutrients to the soil, which in turn feeds plants, and plants feed animals
and give out oxygen.

I looked that them with a sense of dignity and superiority.

But the voice within asked – who am I to judge as if I am superior? Am I really above the simplest form
of life?

As I wove more and more layers of pretension, identities, veils over the years, did I make it better, more
sophisticated, or I actually lost myself in it, and lost sight of who I really am, and the essence within me,
the most basic elements of life, of living?

Do I always bring goodness and health to my realm as the worms do for theirs?

Am I even capable of reducing my life to that level of simplicity? The basic goodness?

I looked deeper within.

Amazingly, little by little, they brought down my pride, helped me see my pretensions and see that What
Is all around me is my life, my own little world, my own existence, and it is good.

They helped me learn to appreciate the most basic elements in my life – all that is surrounding me, the
flow, the energy, the warmth, the love, the beauty, in everything.

It is good, and life does not need to be that complicated, and I don’t need that much to stay grounded
and content.

I am not that complicated. I just am.

I have a place in this universe, my own space and that is good enough.

By living my own life, my own essence, my own nature, I enrich my environment without even knowing
it.

It is ok. Life is beautiful.

Life is different for everyone, comes in different paths and duration, time and space.

But at the most basic level it’s the same – live your essence fully and that is enough….

Thank you little guys! And please continue your work within my soulscape. I appreciate all the lessons
you are trying to depart to me.

I chuckled at my own imagined superiority, the grandiose view of my own existence.

It does not need to be that complicated…

Then I breath a sigh of relief. I don’t need to be that hard on myself. In small things, life is just as
beautiful.

Stay in the flow. I am content.