“I am not that which reflects my light, however, hidden within each reflection is a glimpse into my very soul.”
These cracked and weakened hands
Wringing this worn out cloth
For every last drop
That wasn’t already there
A desperate search for purity
Yields not but the divine nature of futility
Becoming brilliantly careless
An effortless smile
Erupts into laughter
A servant of humility
Discarded notions of ability
A hint of there-ness
Tickling this moment from beneath my skin
The once cursed silent dialogue of truth
Bathes me in a pool of the senses
Softening my pursuit
So I may be pursued
Hand in hand with my soul
Onwards we march
Listening not only with your ears, but with all of your senses. The dialect of the present moment comes in infinite forms. It is the sound of the trees as they are thrust wildly about by the wind. Its your first sip of coffee as the darkness of the night fades. It’s the warmth of the sun across your face and the smell of bacon as it pops in the frying pan. It’s the feeling of the morning and a brand new day. It’s even in hustle and bustle of rush hour traffic with the symphonic hum of the tires hitting the pavement.
The soul is listening simply because it knows the universe is talking. You could say it has a yearning to learn about every detail of the now moment but without ever reaching the state of “knowing”. To express what you know you must repeat what you have learned and in that action you are bound to leave the present. Knowing is the treasure of the mind, and of the ego.
Please, shed yourself of this polluted skin
And be not of your circumstance
Not a single mystery is worth solving
Nor a spoken word that improves upon silence
This world sparkles and screams
But such is the work of the sleeping masses
Does a lions heart dwell in there?
Have the courage to drop your names
And place trust in your path
Fear is not pushed, but pulled into existence
Bad days will unlock your deepest secrets
Reverse your gaze and dwell
A shoebox of thoughts
An inherited assumption of need
Each arising pain is a cleansing
Standing on the edge of awakening
Listen as your heart speaks to you
This is your soul and there is but one path to freedom
The closer I get to enlightenment the more it frightens me. The deeper I look, the bigger it gets.
To transcend the mind is to abandon everything you “know” about yourself. Your likes and dislikes. Your fears and desires. Your definitions of love and hate, good and evil. It is the absence of who in the question ‘Who am I?’. It is to admit not only is there a God in you, but that you ARE God. That hidden within you is the purpose of all life. That you are an expression of life and while the form of that expression may pass, that essence of life, that Godliness within you, goes on.
To truly dabble in this world is overwhelming. When you do you start to separate from your attachments. In doing so you realize the sheer quantity of them. Your job, your house, your family, your personality, your hobbies, your wit, your look, your skills, your religion, your health, your thoughts… All unsteady as they prop up your identity. And every one must go. Not very easily done, even when your hand is forced.
It is a door that I’ve started to open and it won’t shut even if I wanted it to.
Routine may please the mind, but variety feeds the soul.