Thursday, May 27, 2010

WHEREVER I AM

Wherever I Am, I see you. There's no hiding from me now.

I see you in the undergrowth as I cycle by. You show yourself in the sky reflected in the rain's pool as it lies across my path. Birds speak of you as they arc and circle above my head. And the wide sky bellows your name.

How is it I ask myself, that I could not discover you before this? Is it that you were so plainly in sight, you were hidden from view?

When staring at the bright sun, we can not grasp what is right in front of our eyes.

I see you now.

And in that seeing, I promise I will never let you go.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

SEEING MYSELF

A beautiful blue-gray heron is a daily visitor. Standing on sticky legs by the side of the pool, she draws her attention inward and holds her pose for several long minutes, like a yogi balanced in standing posture. Sometimes she gazes at her reflection, tap-tapping her beak in the water.

Her stillness soothes me, drawing me to the same silent space. I become lost in her. Watching, I am unable to say where she ends and I begin. I can feel her long, soft feathers, wide eyes and large claw feet, wrapping around the pool's edge, holding steady.

She and I are the same, lost in the silence as one.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

REFLECTING LIGHT

This morning, pedaling toward the cycle path as the sun was pushing through heavy, lilac clouds, my heart opened at the sight of pink and white poi trees. Planted and grassed in concrete dividers cutting through the middle of the road, I was touched by their gentle, oriental-looking beauty and their soft fragrance, filling my senses as I rode by.

The elegant trees were heavily laden and the same number of blossoms had fallen, skirting the roots, like wide, arcing petticoats. Lying in the short grass, the petals reminded me of mirrors reflecting back to the trees, the radiance of their own beauty.

Writing An Awakened Life, has been just like that. I was told to write about my spiritual awakening in order that I could understand my own journey and then reflect it back to others. Our paths and descriptions of our experiences may differ, however at heart, we are the same.

If like me you are a little shy, have the courage to share something of your unfolding consciousness through the light and beauty of your magnificent heart. If you do, I promise, it will be reflected back to you, more radiant than you could ever dare imagine.