Yesterday I walked by Forever 21 and I saw a mannequin wearing a t-shirt with a taijitu. It caught my attention because around seven years ago I saw a young woman with a similar t-shirt at a Buddhist center. At this time I was just reading (and understanding) the Tao Te Ching. I felt like I was supposed to ask her if she was a Taoist visiting a Buddhist center, or a Buddhist wearing a Taoist symbol, because these philosophies are amicable to each other. All religions, in their perennial and most authentic form, are seamlessly amicable to each other. Jesus, Moses, Socrates, Mohammed, Lao Tse, Buddha and Confucius would have been great buddies.

Even though I felt a strong desire to ask her about it, I kept silent. Years later, I'm still thinking I missed a great connection because of my skepticism towards that inner voice that nudges you in certain directions. Over the years I learned to recognize and trust the voice, even though it does not speak in words but rather in intentions, and embodied person will experience a pull towards the experience that the universe wants you to have.

When you work against these intuitions you reaffirm the ego at the driver's seat. I had plenty of excuses not to talk to her (she wasn't attractive, I wanted to keep my presence conspicuous, yadda yadda), ultimately I ignored a call from the universe because I was still skeptic about it.

Today I meditated and the universe whispered I needed to wear this shirt for something I don't know yet. I went to the store and found the shirts on a rack. A lady approached to ask me if I needed help. Yes, I need this shirt in size medium I answered. She looked through the rack and said there was only small, but looking at my frame she thought it would fit me. I'll try it on anyways, but I assure you I'm size medium, could you check the size on the mannequins while I try this one on? she said yes, I went into the dressing room, and size small fit me perfectly.

I went out and apologized saying I should have listened. She commended on the fit. I bought the shirt and went into the dressing room again to put it on. I sensed a new chapter open, I only slightly intuit what it is about, but for the time being I will be more receptive rather than generative in this chapter.

Who can wait quietly while the mud settles? Who can remain still until the moment of action? Observers of the Tao do not seek fulfilment. Not seeking fulfillment, they are not swayed by desire for change.