I am neither the first
nor last… To wonder, hope, to dream, to feel despair as well as the wordless
joy of illumination when Knowledge and Wisdom show themselves.
The only person’s journey I may judge is my own, and this
with compassion I must often remind myself. And if I bestow it upon my
self I must then extend it to others as well. This keeps me humble. It’s
at this time of year, poignant for many, that I look to all I’ve experienced,
and marvel at the countless opportunities granted me to learn as well as
look at the obstacles I could not overcome and would be better to make
peace with. Even if not easily possible, it’s in my best interest to try…
to look some more…
I wonder, I think upon those who haven’t engaged in the
grace and ‘sometime curse’ of “Looking” while each of us live in our own
skin, our own microcosmic universe that is the Self, yet part of a Grandness
that cannot be fathomed. I think on those preoccupied who look neither
outside nor within, or those whose courage flags at each step with the
struggle of staying alive, then on those who shun “the looking” for fear
of having to confront Challenge…and Change. It is said we are made in the
image of The One, that we carry the spark within, and no matter our faith
I believe the fundamental things apply. We are stardust; we are golden.
Many are those who will never see themselves as such, and even more of
those who’ve had this notion quelled by force, cruelty, and expectations
that were never seen to be met.
And yet, I think upon Christmas - this time that has been
given honour, remembrance and expression by countless souls for some 2000
years… a wonder all on its own in longevity! I see it as a day set apart,
an example of what can be achieved. I see the Celebration and the Legacy
as not only about a birth, but the dedication and mindfulness that have
been present ever since, in every last one of those souls who have carried
its true meaning to this very day; how it has come to change within the
secular and contemporary notwithstanding, for surely, these elements have
also always been present. Yet it remains in the heart an essence of Reverence,
an exaltation of something higher, something finer, sometimes rarer than
perhaps seems to appear to us but which is carried in the Human Spirit.
It is present in all faiths, it is known by all The Wise, sought and embraced
by all seekers, practiced in humble fashion, and even in meanest of circumstances.
It is called Love. True Masters ever endeavour to teach it… and may we
ever learn its worth, no matter the language…
Let my soul fall in
step with the silence ~
Let my weariness mend by this snow-covered way.
Allow my thoughts to wander free
as each gentle snowflake caresses my face.
Let us all find a moment that is ours alone
to seek peace in the purpose that our seeds have been
sown;
In words and in want,
in thought and in deed,
in giving and taking
what each of us needs.
Let us find in this season
all we may seek;
Let the proud be calmed,
and empower the meek.
In this glistening stillness
let our hearts feel the Power ~
Let these whispers of peace
grant us rest in these hours…
