The further along the difficult path of spirituality I started long ago the more clear it has become that the answers I seek are less likely to be found among religion or spiritual teachings or gurus and more readily obtained through careful consideration of the mundane.
A single line of poetry in a obscure work, something a co-worker says without being aware of the implications, the flight of a red-tailed hawk as it rises and falls with the wind. These things all hold a higher value than the books of a modern day self proclaimed messiah or the doctrines of any antiquated or recycled movement.
The truth, though transient and subject to the interpretation and experiences of the observer, reveals itself in its own way and is a personal experience.
The Universe is constantly calling for us to join her but our own voices are so loud that we seldom hear her. My job is to recognize those truths when they are presented and to be grateful for the gift that they are, to quiet myself and the voices of the egocentric prophets and listen when she speaks, to filter out the untruths and find divine perfection in the world around me.
Those are my truths.
Find your truth. Live it.
Image: “Universe Speaks, We Listen” by Laura “Pelick” Siadak
That soul you carry, the one that can feel as heavy as a crate of stones or light enough to lift you to the stars.
The part of you that you ignore when it pleads for attention with pain.
That calls out to you and opens your heart to the exquisite heights of love.
That makes you dance and cry and sing and laugh without effort. Without thought.
It is a part of the living energy of the Universe itself which flows through and connects all things.
That soul is who you really are.
Not the physical being that experiences those things.
Not the thoughts that drive or replay those experiences.
Not the memories.
You are the life within this temporary vessel that is a gift of a million sensations and thoughts and emotions and that life is part of the very universe.
A part of God.
You are Divine.
Image: “In Search of the Divine -Shiva and Shakti” by Pooja Bhapkar
Every cell in your body, every muscle, bone, tendon, artery, vein, capillary, and the blood the flows through them, every neuron that fires thought both pleasant and unpleasant, every memory triggered, every emotion that accompany those memories whether they bring ecstatic joy or mind numbing, incapacitating, suffering, every breath and beat of your heart, has been written by the Divine who has designed your life specifically for you.
You are Sacred.
Image: “Omniscience” by Carlos Quevedo
Selene, Goddess of the Moon
You who are Maiden, Mother, Ancient Wisdom, and all things Divine
As winter releases its long hold I ask that you help me to release those things that harm or hurt or hinder
and to nurture only those that serve or enlighten
As spring returns and life renews I ask that you fold me in your love and feed my soul that I may grow
Guide my my hands, and keep my body strong, so I reflect your good intentions
Guide my mind and soul so I learn from the pain and suffering that all endure
Guide my heart and spirit, and lead me through your love, so I can fulfill your your plan and live my life as One
For these things I offer you my gratitude because I know you have already granted them
Image by Zeng Hao Dun Huang
If I listen carefully
To the stories
Of those around me
To the words of the song
Playing on the radio
Or in my head
To the consequences
Of my actions
and of those I know
Or witness strangers
If I breathe deep and slow
and observe the thoughts
That play over and over
Like a familiar melody
and admit the song
Of my soul
Into my mind
I can hear the Divine
I don’t always know what She wants
or needs from me
I don’t always understand Her words
but She always speaks
and Her message
is always one of love
that undefinable thing
we all feel
but can’t really touch
since it slips through our fingers
and escapes even the tightest grasp
though it can carry a kiss for thousands of miles
and the flavors of the world with it
both to land on our lips
though it sings with the limbs of the tree
that sway in union with its ebb and flow
or even feel
though we feel its weight
and pressure as it pushes us down the street
or vacuum as it pulls on our clothes and hair
yet it spins the colorful blades
of the pinwheel we carried as children
the one we blew on with thrill
as it resounded with our breath
and distorted the sounds we would make
like playing cards
clipped to the frames of our bikes
that clacked in the spokes
of its wheels
to help us imagine
we could ride just fast enough
to catch it
put it in a jar
and release it like a tiny whirlwind
to turn the pinwheel
that still swirls in my mind
and with each rotation
I learn a little more
from the spiraling trail
that blends the colors
of its seemingly
into a dance of light
and the flutter it makes
like the wings of a chaos butterfly
that, with just the tiniest influence,
creates a storm with each turn.
With each flutter.
With each spin.
The beautiful dance continues.
It is a dance between us and nature.
Now is all we ever have.
But in this moment,
I can’t help gazing into the future
to see us,
looking back on us,
“Keep moving forward.”
We hold the keys to that future.
Unlocking that door
is worth the effort.
The day will come when we are together,
looking back at us,
“All you have is Now.”