Archive | August 2018

A Tiny Spark

There comes a time on the path to enlightenment where we might question the progress.

We wonder if this feeling of standing still means that we have lost the Way entirely.

There is no need for worry.

In stillness as in motion, we are always where we need to be.

It is only when we begin judging ourselves or the path, that our journey slows considerably.

This is the trick of self-preservation.  The small self would rather indulge in defining the path and deeming it less-than or more-than instead of flowing towards freedom.

When we allow ourselves to get lost in the flow, less-than and more-than things still appear to happen, but we remain suspended in peace as we let these experiences pass through our awareness untouched by judgment.

But, if we must qualify our Light-minding ways to Knowing, we can hold tight to this truth:

“A tiny spark of willingness is all that is needed to embody Peace.”

You have done more than you know.

You have done more than was needed.

Rest well, fellow traveler.  The path needs us not, as we are the path.

We are the Way.

We are the Light.

Now go set the world ablaze.

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Nothing Was the Same

Dawn crept through the curtains and stirred her to wakefulness.  The haze of sleep clung to her and made her forget, at least for a second or two, that nothing was the same.

In a rush that left her breathless, she remembered.

Her world was like an upside-down snow globe that shook with fury.  She could not right herself no matter how hard she tried.

Nothing was the same.

Where she lived, who she knew and even the sky above her kept changing and swirling.

Whatever she grasped left as quickly as it arrived.

Nothing was the same.

Her heart burst open to the newness that surrounded her every breath, her every step.

Life was transforming for her.  Life was leading her to a brighter awareness.  One that relied less on things not changing and more on the things that do.

Change made her wary but it also made her strong.

She was not ready to see her rebirth in those first rays of the morning sunlight.  She only could accept that nothing was the same.

She snuggled down deep into the folds of her bedclothes and made a promise to herself.

If the snow globe that contained her life needed to unfurl in unexpected ways, she would not judge where or how the pieces settled.

All she had to do was let them do so without interference.

Her fate was no longer hers.

She exhaled.

That was all she could do.

 

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