Declare Nothing.Deliver Everything

They didn’t understand the package

Wool A pencil
Three cocoa beans

A simple note: “Personal use. No commercial value”

But the system did not know how to read ritual
It did not understand connection
It did not believe in the unseen

So they held it They questioned it
And they sent it back

If your parent is sick and you want to send them herbs
A root
A remedy
A bit of hope wrapped in cloth
You are told
Declare it. Prove it. Wait

Even our love has to pass through customs

And when it does not

It is not just packages being returned
It is dignity ,expression ,care

It is strange how the world finds ways to separate people from simplicity
From each other
From healing
From soul

And maybe , just maybe
it is not even the fault of the system

The word government itself
comes from the Latin roots “gubernare” — to steer — and mens — mind
To govern the mind.

So of course they ask for declarations
Of course they demand order and forms
Their premise is control not connection
Tracking not trusting
Measuring not meaning

But we are not here to be managed
We are here to be moved

What happens when what you are sending is not a thing, but a feeling
Not a product, but a pulse

What happens when your care lives in the breath
In the movement of the spine
In the moment someone remembers themselves

There is no form for that

There is no tick box for what we do in The Daily Shift

This is not just a program
It is a practice
A quiet revolution
A reconnection to the wisdom your body never forgot

It is what happens when you
release your little toe
take a breath before you speak
let sound rise without apology
and remember that you do not need permission to be whole

This is the work that declares nothing
but delivers everything

More and more I feel the weight of how we are being managed
Labelled
Denied access
Even to our own truths

And more and more I see the power of the small rebellion
To make a sound when you were told to be silent
To shift your spine when you were told to sit still
To sing a lullaby to the system and say
Not today

We create from what we have
We share what cannot be stolen
We laugh in the face of customs forms and we send ourselves anyway

This is the future
The soft rebellion
The movement that is not loud but undeniable

So wherever you are
If you have been made to feel like your message does not fit
If your offering has been misunderstood or returned
Take a breath

Because even if they send your parcel back
You have already delivered everything.

Randolph