What is the
journey of the human soul but a journey back to innocence?
There was a
beautiful little girl. Her spirit shone like the multiple rays of the sun.
Everyone delighted in her company; she was natural, free and the embodiment of
joy itself. She trusted everyone and that trust was returned.
When people
met her, they could not help but smile spontaneously. She had the power to
transform even the saddest of souls. Her purity was power, leading all who saw
her back to the remembrance of their own freedom—the kind of freedom which gave
birth to sheer delight, and hailed hello to strangers as they passed. It was a
freedom that played and sang and danced and painted without any fear of
judgment. This little girl’s freedom was the freedom of Innocence. In her eyes
one would find a natural interest in new things, a curiosity that took her into
the unknown, the yet to be discovered. This was the joy of learning, the art of
living. She seemed somehow fearless and very happily she lived that way. She
had no awareness of danger, and no concept of what it meant to stay safe. Hers
was a totally joyous life.
She was free. She was powerful. She was Innocence. She lived in the essence of the Eternal Face
