I’ve been contemplating this notion of living a loved based life for 22 years, and I have attempted in earnest to do so. I have been at the razor’s edge of cutting this notion from my way of being. I had to ask myself why? Was it that I was suffering burn out. But then I had to think fuck that, I love to do this, and I love to do that, what is up with my thinking? In my profession as well as in parenting it can be a thankless job, yet in my personal life I tend to think my attempts at living in altruistic ways have taken their toll on me at times. I am called upon often to give of my time selflessly, yet often I feel it is not reciprocated and that leaves me feeling at an energetic loss. I often will give endlessly often depleting my well of reserves unaware, until I find myself in a place where I suffer…feeling at times such a loss of love. I think in the New Year, I will have a new perspective for 2019, and that is simply to do what I love, and no matter what I do, to do it with love. If there are things I find I have to do, I will shift into the heart and give it all I have got with love, for it will help shape my perspective into one of joy. I have done this often in my professional life, yet I must be mindful now, in my personal life to choose to relate with those whose consciousness comes from the heart. I must keep filling my cup, to give, yet if I give so much in my personal affairs and it becomes a drain, I must learn how to walk away with love for myself, so that I may continue to love what I do.
I used to think….be love, just love…and if you feel no love, that is the time to love more than ever, but it seems now there is a shift in my thinking to purposefully choose to do what I love. I know it sounds so simple, yet when we on the spiritual path often think of love we are often taught or accept some notion that no matter what we should just give love. If giving love leads to a loss of ourselves, and affects our ability to embody a place for divine love to continue to thrive and manifest, perchance a re-evaluation of principle is in order. This is not the same as do what though wilt, for love has conditions, and to love unconditionally principles of practice must not only nourish others, but ourselves too to be a light to those who are truly in need.
The essence of the soul is beautiful, limitless without bounds immortal, yet the chains of the flesh are gross in all their forms magnified, bound to decay mortal and destructible. Ever become one with the water to bleed through the skin the blood of this life to see it is all an illusion of despair to escape back into the light from the darkest backdrop of life. Somewhat maybe like piercing through the veil of the flesh to see the soul shining through everywhere. Dance the dance of the immortal if you dare, to see love in the most ugliest of creatures, for their shell hides the light within we all have eyes to see if we could awake to become free amidst the choice we have been so mercifully granted. A gift too many have eyes not to see for when the dross fades away all that we truly are shall manifest, and will you shine like the light of stars or fade into the dark abyss of nothingness? Once awakened to see, no slumber ever befalls thee, and clinging to your bed of delusions is no longer of comfort to the essence of who you are truly gifted to be, yet it is a choice, free to make through the liberation found at the interface between dimensions…for it is the soul that touches the flesh, not the flesh that touches the soul… there is a difference and at the crux lies misery or happiness…
Ever notice how some old people have dull eyes, and how some people no matter how old they look, their eyes shine like the sun. Why is that? I tend to think it is some souls are so bright all you can see is their light. Aspire to that! It kind of reminds me of that saying (paraphrasing) become who you were before the world told you who to be. Like your essence is given this body, and you have a choice to let the world get into you and dull your shine, or you can choose to light yourself up. lol Get Lit from the inside out! Another parallel too, is like the saying of being in a boat within the world not letting the water inside. Another thought too…Sun worshippers trying to bring the external within as compared to other religious notions to be like Christ by emulation of the Christos…to manifest light from the internal to the external. Then of course there are those who think the Europeans and the Council of Nicaea twisted worship of the Sun to the worship Son by creating myths. Yet, Joseph Campbell’s Power of Myth illustrates how the power of myth can manifest in lives. This too something neuroscience studies…religious/spiritual experience resides in the electrical impulses within neurons/brain waves in the temporal regions and does affect the mind and body. Even brains of meditators can achieve gamma states at will over time. So, there are mysteries unknown in how beliefs shape reality. At a simple level it would stand to reason being positive aligned in truths, negative energy manifestations dissipate in the practitioner. It’s how you see matter that shapes your reality, yet finding truth is it ever truly found and within truth is duality existing or non-existent? Is truth outside of the constraints of time dimensions? Perchance it is about the wisdom of experience in time that leads the way out of time. And so faceted is the wisdom of experiential events each must seek truth of their own accord within the embodiment of mortal and immortal elements coexisting…there are no shortcuts to truth but is it not there all along? Can truth be defined or is this too a notion of an illusion? Then I think what is, just is…and how even Buddhism espouses to accept that notion with non-attachment. If we are to think on matters of raising consciousness where we see connections amidst all matter then how can we remain unattached to our purposes? It would be impossible. What is our purpose? Is it to care, or not to care…how to care and be unattached…I suppose is akin to light dispersing amidst the shadows…just by its nature…it just does without attachment yet where is its source? If not in you then what are you made of…if not the same elements in the stars? Out of chaos order is ever changing as energy and matter is ever transforming. Mind and heart intention…electrical magnetic and beating like a vibration…be an instrument of the music you create. Be static or dynamic…ride waves in harmony or out of synch…can we ever jump off the carousel revolution as we spin through space….to spin out thoughts like rays of light…undefined far reaching never ending dimensionless.
Metaphorically ~ can we be the light to keep our hearts warm by closing our eyes and seeing the Sun to let darkness not make us undone? The light can illuminate and darkness will seem to fade away, yet often it is still present no matter how much light reflects and is dispersed. Yet, too there at the interface where light touches the dark a chance to jump into the wave of light and ride the darkness of illusions no more. A mystical moment to let the dark go…where all there is, is light. Yep, these are like visualizations of letting go of all that reins the charioteer of darkness to pervade thoughts, cells and energies. We are the master navigator of our destination, are we not? What would you create if you dared to imagine it is within your power to define who you are?
inspired thoughts from listening to Center of the Sun by Conjure One
Sitting in silence I see things from a different point of view. The quiet of solitude withdrawing from the noise yet the voice inside of me speaks. I could write a book with the things my heart has seen dangerous and most intrepid things. I ventured out with heart in hand to give and in turn I saw so many like me. They had eyes and smiles to give in spite of pain and some still drowning in their flesh of needs not knowing how to be at peace. Some so mired and scathed wanting to break free yet chained long ago to a memory of misery. It imprisons their now they cannot be present to see each second forward paints a new destiny. Unlike me in servitude to others their demons they still cherish in unaware ways for they still lead them to all their yesterdays to come. I shall not follow them there for by grace we each are given each breath a choice to lead the way and if not they see they stay blindfolded by the illusions of despair
… sometimes like me
Just passing thoughts…that visit for a moment of reflections
Sometimes I don’t want to be like water and flow to slip through hands, I think I want to be held in nurturing hands. I wonder if a fish in a small pond has a wider view of the sky than a fish in a big pond that sees so little of what is outside of itself. Not sure which is better, to be like water or to be open as wide as the sky. This may be hard to understand…but on a journey to remove ego and let whatever come and go like the water flows and to keep a heart as wide open to the winds of the sky it gets hard to be pulled into the current of the streams to begin to want and have needs to be reminded to reflect and realize life is not always what it seems. To remove oneself into contemplation and isolation one sees from wider points of view life around so magnified until one steps into those realms to become lost in wanting to belong it’s like being caught up in the winds. A longing long forgone beckons at the door of the heart where inside the heart begins to beat so hard it’s bursting at its seems to come outside it’s resting place. To remain calm amidst this storm is almost drenching for to stay hidden in the deep one never dares to feel the rain. Like water I slip away…back into the abyss of my beating heart…into the safety of the boat where no water can penetrate to navigate through waters yet uncharted….the pieces of my fragmented life….like rays of sun that illuminate a heart inside…it is my life raft within to seek the divine mind and that path to tread in seeking salvation through and beyond time to freely give all of me away in surrender to mortal constraints in glimpses of the immortality of love for in no hands it can be held but only felt. The pain of letting go of the ego is to seek to give hopes away to one day become the vessel where light shines so bright the vessel is no longer needed. The choice to hold the light or be the light is like choices to love or die. I’m not sure these notions are nothing but fleeting fantasies where in the end the denials to want end up leaving one imperiled in emptiness of nothingness in which I’m not sure I want to return to. Is this an illusion to fall into nothingness to be liberated and held by the imagining the heart of the divine holds me instead…when so much it is a divine love in mortal hands I am tempted to want so bad like a fire that rages in the heart.