“Never explain yourself.” Those are medicine words for me, an authentic child of God. Who else’s child would I be?

My power is His and He has not appeared to explain Himself. Neither will I.

I am exactly who I am, the whole mess proclaiming “No mas! No mas!” No more words about how I know things that I know.

I have been writing thousands of essays for years and years. They come from somewhere unknown to me.

If you put them together, they would be a tall stack. I would climb on top of them and say, “I don’t know anything but I feel their power.”

And then I could let them blow to the four winds.

There is a magic in not knowing anything intellectual. I used to buy books and pore over them. Now I spend time boxing them up and discarding them.

I know what I know.

Love and power are in bloom at all times and we do not see that they are inseparable.

Take the words away and watch what happens.

A storm will come and blow them away but they will appear again.

Truth cannot be destroyed.

Love cannot be contaminated.

Never explain yourself.

Vicki Woodyard