Traveling through our
journeys wearing Soul-on-Sleeve can be daunting at times to say the least.
And of course, this challenge has long been. But I have a most excellent
teacher (even if I’ve faltered at times). There are in fact many, Past
and Present. Yet it was in last week’s
poem by our beloved TDHawkes that something seemingly rare triggered
and touched me so deeply as to make me smile…
Having grown up and being indoctrinated into the Christian
faith (RC), it is a part of my ‘personal tapestry’ whether I choose to
shun it, or embrace it. No more than a tree could deny it’s first rootings,
it will never leave me, no matter how the branches of my being ever-unfold
- It is good to know ‘how one is’ because of where one has been. However,
much in this realm had always left me askance… Where was the touted Higher
Wisdom and Love within the tenets where even the varied denominations,
based on the hallowed teachings of one being, have borne a barely concealed
All-Too-Earthly vehemence and loathing towards each other, not to speak
of the rest of the ‘heathens’. This was the questioning of a child when
I hadn’t the words; has never left me… has never been answered by anyone
else. So, I grew to take a look myself, and found - am ever finding - it
was, and is, about Fear (Forfeiting being ‘right’? Engaging the ‘wrong’?
Hangin’ with the Lepers?!). Yet, meandering through the venerable accounts
of the life of Jeshua Ben-Joseph has given me, not fear, but great and
most welcome insights into my own being, however, not so much in their
ritual re-telling but in how I applied them to my own journey. I rather
always thought that was the point… That Love was a verb, and not a noun…
I’m aware that all has not been told, yet the apocryphal
accounts do not disturb me either. ‘Seems that all in all, and not only
in this matter, too many have long tried to ‘corner the market’ in Truth,
and not for the purest and noblest (let alone loving) of intentions. As
with the incongruencies of the Pharisees of old, is it not ever- incumbent
upon The People to touch and live what is theirs… Is it not a matter of
genuinely reverent thoughtfulness, instead of “Blasphemy”, to ask questions?
Is it an answer for ‘one’, or for All that we seek; for all too often it
seems a binding definition of The Absolute is ever sought simply in order
to accommodate our own ‘Earthly’ judgement of the Right and Wrong of things…
Are not the real answers more akin to truly loving guidance… with Compassion
written in between every line…
Not being by any stretch a ‘scholar’, within Christianity,
nor any other moral/spiritual/metaphysically based foundations, I have
nevertheless been told that “The Kingdom of God” is within me! I take that
as wise counsel, soulful encouragement, and profound assurance, no matter
how any one of us perceives The Great I Am, no matter how it is said. Furthermore,
that puts all matters and possibilities (inspite of what any supposed ‘authorities’
would have me trust) within my own scope; if not into my hands then my
perspective…if I learn to know, use, and honour what gifts and instruments
are available to me, in me.
Soul-on-Sleeve, I have it on high authority, is the only
way to be. No one has ever benefited from Dignity never bestowed… Wise
Words never spoken… Mindful Actions never executed… Love, never committed…
This, I learned from a Master… and all who have ever walked
this path.
~ If you wish to know
the Mind of God, look to all the seeds that have been planted…
The Gift
I awoke on a morning
with a wish in my heart;
To let Love fill my being,
to make a good start ~
To be the instrument
to reach all of me.
And at the end of the day,
what did I see…
In the gladness and bounty
of taking all I’d received,
in the joy of having
my burdens relieved…
In the peace of
having been granted my way ~
I dwelt at rest knowing
I’d given more Love away…
