The Stream

The girl is thirsty.  She follows everyone to the well.  She watches as each person sends their bucket deep into the darkness.  They retrieve the water they need.

It is never quite enough.

When the girl attempts to gather water for her seeming insatiable thirst, her bucket often comes up empty.

She looks to the others for guidance, for comfort, for some way of knowing that her bucket will be filled beyond measure.

They cannot answer her.  They are too busy trying to keep their own buckets filled.

They are doing their best.

The girl, in her heart, knows there is more to be found.  More water, more love, more safety.

Just more.

Of everything.  Where truth shines and burdens are lifted.

Where enough water flows for everyone.

She leaves the well behind and all the people.  She sets out on her own path.  She sees a hill calling out to be climbed.

She answers with determined steps.

She picks up speed and her effort grows.

Until finally, she reaches the peak.  Her momentum tumbles her down the other side.

She lands and the soft earth catches her.

Then, she sees it.

A beautiful, bubbling stream of clear fresh water.  There is more than enough here for her.  There is enough for everyone.

She rushes back to share this good fortune, but no one believes her.  They like the well water.  They trust it.

No one likes change.

The girl leaves them to their work.  She knows they will find the stream when they are ready.

She makes her way back to the water’s edge.  Love washes over her and fear slips away.

She is safe.

The stream is Everything.

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The Wave of Realization

 

As a self in this unpredictable world the suffering experienced by this mind was intense.  The combination of enduring great loss, experiencing constant uncertainty and never quite belonging, broke this mind through the illusory nature of life.

For many months and years, this mind has been in a vice-grip of contradiction.  Stuck in-between, believing in the world and at other times peacefully transcending it.

This mind lives two separate experiences.

I am gradually starting to prefer my Freedom-state.  You might imagine this is the easy choice.  For some it is.  It is sudden, whole and permanent.  This mind’s process is slower, but seems to be picking up momentum.

If you have started on the path and it hurts, I understand.  We may never reach full realization, but even the tiniest glow of Truth is worth it.

You may still suffer, as I do, but it begins to matter less because Beauty grows louder with each breath.  Until it becomes so loud it is all our souls can hear.

This Knowing will sustain us.

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Where Your Words Meet Your Mind

In the middle of the night, the quiet that settles over us is meant to inspire us.  It is meant to Love us back to Truth.

The body awakens and the mind races unsure why sleep escapes us.  Logic seems to work in our favor.  It appears to be the route we must travel for peace.  It tries to work through our problems and understand the source of our wakefulness.

But it does not help.

Logic cannot comfort in the dark.  It can only dance us away from what is Whole and True within us.

Before you believe everything you think, breathe into where your words meet your mind.

At this crux, if only a sliver of light escapes its way Home, follow it with everything you are.

There, beyond, is the garden full of sparkling blooms waiting for you to gather them up in your empty arms.

All you need is in this garden.

It will bloom until dawn comes.

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All of Us

Today is the day I understood that everything was my gift.  All experiences; good, bad, indifferent, were planted in my path so that I may stumble my way to Freedom.

Each sad day, every difficult choice and all the emotions that pierced my heart were reaching out to my soul, beckoning me Home.

While I see the gifts of the All, I go back and forth between worlds.  Still a part of what I knew while growing my awareness of my Freedom State.

Today, I say thank you to every One that seemed to break my heart.

Their pain was a mirror of mine so I could see what I was too afraid to look at.

What a beautiful gift you are to me.  What a beautiful gift you are to the world.

May all beings be free from sorrow.  May all beings find their way Home.  May All of Us know our Path is draped in Love.

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As-You-Are

Sometimes, we believe painful truths about ourselves.  It is not the truth that hurts us.  It is our beliefs about these truths which cause us distress.

We are equal parts true and not true.  Nothing about us is wrong, bad, good or sad.

We simply are.

Sometimes we are everything.  Sometimes we are nothing.

Sometimes we are both of these at the same time.

Beyond our labels is where real Truth lives.  This Truth does not hurt.  It encompasses all and denies no one.  It loves without measure. It is at peace with who-you-are exactly as-you-are.

Everything about you is Beauty.

Every last bit of you is Perfect.

The pain of believing we are separate is temporary.  If we stop fighting what is, we start to dismantle this pain one hurtful belief at a time.

This is where True Connection finds us.  This is where we honor all parts of who-we-are.  This is where Love blankets the wounded and washes away sorrow.

Let Love find you today.  And the next, and the one after that.

This Love is not earned.  It is simply uncovered.

Always there.

Loving You as-you-are.

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Could BE

We are told life should be a certain way.  If it strays from this expectation we judge it as ‘bad’ or ‘wrong’.

No one teaches us how to live the life we have been given.  We must learn that for ourselves even if there are things about it that we do not like.  Even if there are things about ourselves we do not like.

We suffer because life is not what we want.  We suffer because we are not what we think we should be.

This suffering layers upon itself and spirals us down the rabbit hole of despair.

First, to begin our healing, we have to recognize our unhappiness.  We have to find the thoughts within our minds that support that life is not as it should be.

This takes time.

This takes courage.

It is hard but you do not have to do anything more than that.  Make space for your judgments against life and yourself.

Given the framework we live in, it would make sense you would have these thoughts of ‘not enough’ or ‘less than’.

How does it feel to watch your judgments and not fight them?

For me, it feels easier.  The suffering these thoughts cause still remains but the resistance to them is diminished.

When we stop fighting what is, what will happen?

This could be the first step towards Love.  This could be the first step towards healing.

This could be the beginning of everything.

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A Beginning

Where is your heart today?

Is it outside of you?  Is it walking around in the shape of another person?  In the circumstances of the world’s fate?

In our search to right our discontent, we scan the horizon for answers.

I am hurting.  Who or what is causing this hurt?

Is it something I saw in the news?  Is it a person I encountered that seemed to dismiss me?  Is it how I look?

What is it?

I cannot answer these questions for you.  Your experience is yours.

I can breathe into my own experience and make space for all the stories, events and ideas that crash against my soul keeping it weighed down in fear.

I used to rail against this weight.  I am learning to welcome it.

What if it has more to teach me than easy joy?

With this understanding, my burden lightens ever so and my hope grows steady.

Hope is not peace itself, but it is a beginning.

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