Monday, May 7, 2018

Beyond Time and Space

There is a reality outside of time and space.  This reality however has given birth to time and space.  Time and space tick and move, singing the praises of their animator.  Animation has been set in motion, it's innards and outsides seen, known, cared for, called and held.  We are not left orphans.  If in this life we are, we need to discover there is a reality deeper, truer and more potent than our current experience.  It calls to us.  Invites us.  Desires to hold us in its arms.

Every injury is accounted for.  Every scar is seen.  Every tear held.  Every life precious.  Every hurt within every life desired to be set free.

The soul knows its home.  It will not rest until it meets it Maker.  Which side of eternity we are on doesn't matter, for a souls home will always be a souls home.  And the invitation is always there.  The home of the soul wants the soul, just as the soul wants it's home.  We must just give way to the natural order of things.  After all, love wins.

In the Midst

The storm rages on.  Sometimes, it's a dry passage of time, feeling numb.  Is there a harbor in this storm?  Are these minutes wasted?  Or is there a Good that can take even these, even our broken hearts, and somehow may a beautiful spread from them.

In the midst of the storm is a heart beating.  Maybe if I close my eyes and listen for it, maybe if I tune my ears to the message behind my chaos, maybe then I'll catch some of it.  

Our pain is not unheard.  Our pain matters.  I am not alone in the darkness.  Sometimes it feels like an uphill battle.  But may my heart and mind be trained, tuned, turned to, in the care of, the water well bursting forth even in the midst of my heart breaking.  It is there.  And when I can't feel it, when it feels the furthest thing from the truth, maybe in these moments I am floating on its infinite and eternal surface, with the waters calling, "Dive in."

Your pain matters.  When we are honest about the difficulty, we are ready for the consciousness beyond the difficulty.  We must be able to name, speak truth, be honest.  In these moments of honesty, even though possibly achieved through fear, there is liberation.  Because we find ourselves no longer fighting the reality that already knows, and we give way to its tide which changes and transforms even these deep hurts into glorious love.

Disarm

Disarm me.  May my thoughts not be aggressive towards anyone, or myself.  May I not hate reality.  May I not push against the subtle tide and nuances.  May I not fight myself and others.  I am not meant for battle, but for celebration.  Yet I find myself divided, and possibly competing ideals battling within me.  Disarm me.  May I go with what the Ground of Being says.  May my fighting give way to a greater good.  May I find my home.

Home, a place where my mind won't feels conflicted anymore.  Home, a place where my vision of scarcity will erupt with the explosion of love.  Home, where I am included, where every part of me, is included.  Home, where confusion gives way to peace.  Home, a place where my thoughts and ideas won't feel like or be isolated islands vying for a limited attention.  Home, where all flows from the Source.  Home, where my wrestlings, my ancient binding, gets put to rest.  Home, where abounding life is the norm, not the exception.

May I find home.  Where, with God's help, I can finally lay down my rusty weapons, and in the arms of grace, let every chain be broken.

Sunday, April 8, 2018

One direction

There is an energy, a life that flows out in one direction.  It needs not receive anything, yet it encompasses all.  The Three circle and dance, and their love flows out from the dance, spinning and flowing in all directions.  There is not a place it has not yet reached.  Not a place it has not yet seen.  It was there first.

The flow is perfect.  The most powerful force in existence, rushing, pouring, bubbling, engulfing.  Yet hidden in plain sight.  Let my eyes die to me so that I can see that which is beyond death.  Let my heart die to me so that it may rest on the beat of the Heart of the Universe.  Let my mind die to me so that it may sink into the fertile soil of wisdom.  To decompose into the which was before me.  Of old, yet always new.

The waterwheel of life spins and spins.  Splashing and spinning with great glee.  It is our true belonging.  We are spiritual beings having a human experience.  But this does not deter from the beauty of the physical world, rather the physical world is born out of the spiritual, as baby chicks come forth from the egg of their mother.  Therefore to find out what the beauty of the physical is, is at the same time to affirm the beauty of the spiritual.  We are not divided.  We are not compartmentalized.  We do not die to one world to be taken to another.  Rather, we die to our understanding to be swept up by the ground of being, which also holds the physical together.

The poet, the mathematician, the builder, the architect, the crying mother, the lonely father, we are all telling the same story.  Whether we know it or not.  We are all longing for the same thing.  We are more connected than we think.  Only in our minds are we separate.  Only in our mind are there distinctions.

So let the waterwheel flow, let it cover everything I am.  Let my eyes be baptized in it's grace.  Let my existence be baptized in it's love.

Friday, March 23, 2018

Circling around

It cannot be directly perceived.  It must be circled around.  And maybe, some of it will rub off on us.  The beauty of beauties can be forever fallen into.  We need no safeguard.  We can fall in any direction, there is still an infinite number of directions to fall into.  That which made the cosmos is infinitely further reaching that that which it has made.

Let us fall.

Friday, March 16, 2018

Sleep Sweetly Child

You are cared for.  If you experience pain in this life, it will not be yours alone.  You are watched over.  If you have heights or valleys, you will not walk them alone.

Rest your head.  Sleep sweetly.  Dream hopeful dreams.  The burden is not yours to carry.

Rest your body.  It is beautiful inside and out.  Material is born out of spiritual.  You are good.

Rest you mind.  The ground of being has you, you cannot add to or take away from it.

Rest your soul.  Eternity is offered it.  That which is temporary fades.  You are made for endless beauty.

Rest you legs.  You cannot run too far.  You cannot travel to be unreached.  No where you have gone has tarnished who you truly are.

Rest your arms.  Let sweet sleep repair the strained muscles.  Let rest give you new strength.

Rest your eyes.  You are held much more than you could ever take in.  All that you see does not define you.  The reality of it is better.

Rest your heart.  There is a Mender of hearts.  The Mender knows what you have gone through.  The Menders knowing is enough to swallow up your pain.

Rest.  Sleep sweetly.

Finally free

No more bondage.  No more cages.  No more internal fighting.  No more hate.  No more apprehension.  No more weariness.  No more waging internal war.  No more fires to put out.  No more deferred hope.  No more anything that is anti-life.

Hope realized, hope finally fully lived into.  Free, finally free.