At home

Home.  A place of peace.  Where my questions don't bury me, but propel me towards greater truth.  Where I belong, where we all belong.  Where I can finally let me guard down.  When my worries can finally be dissolved.  Home.  Where we can look each other in the eyes and there be no barriers to love.  Alive and yet at rest.  A place where when I'm at rest, I don't fear I will loose the life.  And when I'm alive, I don't fear loosing the rest.

Because what we build upon is a solid foundation.  Original goodness.  Where it all started.  The beginning.  Where it's all headed.  

Noise, Or Arrangement?

Is it all noise?  Or in the procession of our noise, is there an underlying beat, waiting to come forth?  Is what comes up from the dirt noise, or is a song being made?  Will the temperament of the tempest and storm eventually find their place in the musical parade?  Will the wind blowing through the trees, become in tune with the uprising beat, to complement it's sound and to add nuance?  Then will people join in to add the melody?  Then, will more and more people join in to make it a chorus?  

And then, with earth, wind and people all singing along, will we be at peace?  Is this what we long for all along?  To sing together?  To complement the rest of creation?  In this, do we become bigger people?  

Our songs won't be the same.  But together, we can collaborate, each add our flavor, and make a bigger and more expansive song.  This does not take away from your individual notes, the unique and individual song that is yours and yours alone to sing.  It is both/and, not either/or.  I want to learn from your song.  Teach me.  How has your unique pains and struggle influenced the notes you play?  What has helped you on your journey to craft your song?  Who were your teachers?  The louder and clearer you play your song, the more I learn.  Yet the soft parts, even the silence between melodies, teach me about you.  

Separate.  Yet together.  Yet representing one.  Let us become what we we already are.  Let us become what we truly are.  

Beauty Beyond

Beauty exists.  In the material world, before the material world, and that which expands the material world into eternity.  At times, it may seem that darkness is the greater force, however strong this sense might be, it isn't the truth.  Sometimes we may only see breaks in the clouds, rays of light seeping through.  But behind the clouds is a beautiful and bright sun.  The sun, is the greater truth, and holds more power than the clouds or darkness. 

Sometimes we hold out for the light.  However, a deeper truth is that the light is holding out for it to be revealed to us.  It desires to be shown in us greater than we desire it.  How else could it be stronger than darkness?  Stronger than anything we do or encounter?

Salvation is than dying.  So let the dying start in me sooner than my physical death, so that I may experience salvation in the here and now.

Home is greater than the corners we run to.  An infinite infinities, beauty blowing like wind.  Molecules and atoms blowing this way and that, and still only at the start of the fullness of what is.  

Being held

Maybe I could let me guard down.  Maybe the true self, who I really am, doesn't needed to prove myself.  Before I do anything, I am a child of God.  As are you.  All the things I think I am.  Mere passing notions.  The things I do, where I seek solace, the places I seek to land.  What's already prepared for me, by far surpasses them all.  What we already are far surpasses anything we think we could be.  The victory has already been won.  To sink into the true reality, is to sink into a much bigger field.  A much more spacious field.  I must die to all I attach to, so that I can be held.

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.