As I walk the illusory caverns made of human thought, I shut out my subtle mind and disconnect myself from my knowing. Human thinking is nothing more than mental interference upon my mind’s natural spaciousness. The reverberations have been of such frequency, that I’ve been 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 a long time in shadowed confusion praying for this clarity while giving the outer world my fuller attention. I have known a conflict that kept me bound.
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 the writing come and reveal the self I am that is a knowing heart, my place of peace. In my heart, a gentle wellspring shimmers with the substance for my dreams and desires. In my heart, I am free to explore the wholeness of my nature. In my heart, I am the energy of emotions that builds worlds. New and better worlds. Unexpected worlds. Happy worlds.
In my heart, I am a confident child enrobed in a reverent Light.
I am not alone in my Light, it surrounds me for it is all that is. I grow into aliveness from this Light within and around me. 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, I feel movement within me. My heart is lifting my gaze, which has become innocent, 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. All is joy. It is easy to feel. 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 furnished by the beliefs I embody. Of itself, there exists no room. There is only thought and the receptive canvas that reflects it. There are many rooms in my human world, all created by thinkers like me. Each a oneness of a kind. Only the Light within the thinker is the universal Absolute. All are one. They don’t seem to know that. They squabble unnecessarily.
Though I pine for the wordless world, I am not really afraid of the words humans must use. There are words pure enough to convey strengths. These words appear from the ineffable within me now to be symbols for my expression. They enable me this narrative that is constructed of a fine collection of words portraying my ethereal Being. I can tell others of my self. I can hear from them of theirs. With all 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 heart 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 know wholeness in a dream and bring meaning to having become a human for a time. I am not here by accident.
There are stars in the gaps between my thoughts. Stars that now appear above me when the sky reveals what lives within it. The inner has become the outer. The wind is whistling through the trees in the orchard near my house, but I know it is Life singing to Itself. Infinity locked in time remains the only reality. Its dual countenance can be seen singularly if I think for myself alone. I must remember this simple imperative. When I stand quietly aware of the heart at the center of my being—only then—can a world of people be understood and seen peacefully. And lovingly ignored. My Soul must be known, acknowledged. It is the truth. To Earth I’ve brought with 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.