Thursday, February 23, 2017

The Unfolding

Beyond a red carpet, let it roll out.  We see it as it is unraveled, not from itself, but from and in our understanding.  It's being revealed, everywhere at every time.  Teach me to listen oh Sovereign Lord. Let my posture be that of receiving.  Let me not be afraid to let you take me into the unknown.  And even if I am afraid, please help me to still let you.

For my emotions are data, not directions.  My fear isn't the whole it says it is.  It tries to consume me, that's all it knows how to do, but it doesn't know, it doesn't see, that beauty is in the stillness.  The rage boils, brews and spews, trying to pull others in.  It grasps desperately for a victim.  But truth is found in the time between stimulus and response.  Something occurs, and I have time, what shall I choose?  I've ran both directions way too readily.  I've over identified with the polars, running right and left.  But my eyes can only see one direction, running right means I can only see right.  Running left means I can only see left.  Resting in the middle gives me a better perspective.  This third way of seeing is so much something discovered as something uncovered.  Our very being, spirit, flesh, all of it desires its Source.  We want to come home.  Then our mind partakes in the Great Mind, not as an informant, but as a participant in its flow.

I need not claim any ground, put my stake in any claim, dig in my feet into the rocky ground.  Free me from myself Lord.  Empty me of all that keeps me from your glorious joy.  Become to me the Alpha and Omega, and everything in between.  Even if it means pulling me into what I considered darkness, only to discover that you are somewhere where I thought not.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

A new beginning

Not last, only leading to the next.  For deadlines are illusion, death only a passing into the next.  Only a step of resurrection.  The flame, I thought was dead, but no, the kindling needed some breath.  Thank you for your breath, my wounds needed more healing.  I needed restraint, and yet to be set free, you did both.

What will this notion pass into.  For time isn't a stopping point, it is a flow, a river of life roaring forward.  To try and stop it, or even to resist, is going against the grain.  It's the opposite of what your cells long for, they bid you give way.  They meld with the timeless, which draws you, it's not calling us to our opposite, it's calling us, drawing us, to our natural origin, our final destination.  Yet it's not a destination at all, only a doorway to an infinite infinity.

In this light, let the deeps pour out.  Let them bubble up and out to fill everything, and yet when this task is done, there is still an infinite amount to fill.  And such is love.  Not dualistic, can hold two things at once without passing judgement on one or the other.  "Let them both remain," it says.  "They both have something to say."  I hope I listen.  There is one center.  But this center has infinite depth, and therefore infinite centers.  How else can we fall in love for all eternity?