What is there that you cannot do when I am at your shoulder? What is there you cannot do at My request? You nod your head, yes, yet when I ask you to be happy, too often you scuffle your feet.

When you think about it, beloveds, what is there to be unhappy about? Oh, I know you are good at finding reasons, but when you slide those reasons aside the way you slide clothes on the rod in your closet, you are left with no reason at all. Yet you hold on strongly to your reasons for grief and sorrow and fear, for yourself and for the world. You claim you want happiness, yet you hold on to your reasons for unhappiness as if unhappiness were a prize you had to win. What do you think will happen when you let go of all your resistance to happiness?

What about the reasons to be happy? What happened to them? I don't mean all the reasons why you should be happy, but all that actually does make you happy. What moments give you happiness? Simply take more of them.

Perhaps you have been going against the grain of yourself in some pursuit of what someone else declares as your happiness. Declare your own.

Perhaps you are happy looking out the window, yet the world tells you that you must be outside the window, that you must be making yourself part of the hurly-burly of the world outside your window. Perhaps you keep thinking you should be doing something else other than what you are doing right now for one reason or another.

Let go of reasons. They tally too much. If you must have reasons, just think of reasons for happiness instead of against. Objections are easy to make. They are tempting to make.

Beloveds, you don't need reasons pro or con. You need to let go of reasons. When you let go of them, you will have your heart loud and clear to go by. Your heart will pull you. Your heart will not run out of energy. Your heart will move you smoothly along.

Three cheers for your heart. It has weathered many storms. It has done well by you despite your withholding of it. Dispense with all your reasons, and keep your heart. Let your heart lead you to yourself. Your heart is the prow of your ship. It will take you where you want to be. You don't have to know where that is, and still your heart will take you.

Beloveds, there is no reason for anything. There is rhyme, however. There is rhythm, and the rhythm comes from your heart. Your heart is like the trumpets that in olden times would blare, announcing the arrival of the King. The trumpets came before the King. And your heart precedes the arrival of all you desire.

You tend to think that your heart is unsure, but it is your mind that wavers. Your mind competes with your beautiful heart of song, and then ego steps in.

Your heart knows not of competition. Your heart knows only to win, although losing never occurred to it. Only the mind thinks in terms of winning or losing. The heart rushes to its fulfillment. That is all it can do.

Of course, it is not always easy for you to distinguish your heart from whim or reluctance, both of which tend to come from analysis. Truly, there is nothing to analyze. You have been analyzing all your life. The best course to take is not always the best course to take. The mind gives you ulterior motives. The mind is looking for gain, while your heart looks to give. If you don't like the word "give" then say "join", the heart likes to join. One heart adjoins to the other. Whatever you may believe, your heart is where the action is.