As I walk through the density of human
thought, I shut out my subtle mind and disconnect myself from my knowing. Human thinking is mental interference
upon my mind’s natural spaciousness. The reverberations are so insistent that I am
unable to see past them. They leave a mark that seems indelible.
I am altered. I must find a way out of this strange infusion of misperception to regain my rightful mind. I have stood in
shadows praying for clarity while giving the outer world my attention. I am
bound by conflict.
And so it is today that I push
the world aside and go to my intangible self, the part of me not caught in human
understanding. I become still and let this writing reveal my Heart which is my place of peace. In my Heart, a gentle
wellspring shimmers with the substance of my innermost dreams and desires. In
my Heart, I find the wholeness of my nature. In my Heart, I am energized from
emotions that build worlds. New and better worlds. Unexpected worlds. Happy
In my Heart, I am a confident child enrobed in a reverent Light.
I am not alone in this Light, it
surrounds me for it is all that is. I grow from this Light. From it I receive
all knowledge. I call this Light my Soul. But that is just a word. The thing I
am made of cannot be contained or named for it is infinite.
As I write, something moves
within me. My Heart is lifting my now innocent gaze to the outer reaches of Time, far
beyond the conditional, far beyond the need to think, and far into the country of
my Soul. Creation is made of illuminated feelings. I feel. I feel my self, my life,
my worth, my love, my freedom. I feel, and all is understood. It is easier to
feel than to think. Thinking weighs me down. How odd to value it so much. I see
plainly now that my human life is a small room heavily furnished by the beliefs
I embody. Of itself, there exists no room. There is only thought and the
receptive canvas that reflects it. I’ve thought myself into confusion.
Though I pine for the wordless world, I gratefully use human words. There are words that ring true. These words
now enable this narrative portraying my ethereal Being. With these words I leave a unique impression upon the Earth of my passage
through Time. From them I gather cherished mementos I will keep until Forever. My Soul is of the Celestial Kingdom but my pulse is of Earth. A strange,
subtle, bucolic alchemy takes place between these two aspects of being. I must not
resist nor deny either one if I am to bring meaning to being human for a time. I
am not here by accident.
When I can stand quietly aware of the Heart at the center of my being, a world of people becomes peaceful. My Soul’s heart must be acknowledged. It is the truth of me and
it brings me the Courage of an artist and the Pluck of a poet to tell of it.
For this you came, says my Soul. A
hiddenness wants to be known. The human life is a gift
of great value and I know yours, says my Soul.
God bless my Soul, say I. ◌