It is a real gift to know that you are there, living in your commitment. Expressing your true self. Choosing to walk towards right relation with the rest of creation. Perhaps there are others like you. I find myself wanting to exchange stories, but the time we have together is often so short.
Yet there is always faith in the unseen. Faith that there is an exchange, an intuitive bridge between souls that whispers the important bits. I want to know more, yet in this submerged world of deep stillness, it is the footsteps of the faithful messengers I must trust. They go about their work and I must trust them.
Yet on the surface, there is a charade going on. One of forgetting about the real actors involved. I want to strip it all away and leave the soul bare to be known. In its entirety. This feeling of the unseen truth must be mistaken. In this play of the world, you know. But then… An off beat glance. A soft whisper on the wind. Is it not all true love? It is.
So we hold on, until it smothers. How can I explain this to all the characters? How shalt thou not extinguish thy soul’s light? Everyone wants the freedom they seek and yet something closes in. Not of an enemy, but of thine own doing. Mercilessly reduced to a smothered ash.
And who am I? Who are you? Where did you come from? Why are we here? What brought us together like this?
Yes, I would listen deeply to your stories. Yes, I would wonder about the mysteries you dance with. Yes I will relish in knowing that the deep, watery bridge between us has footfall by the messengers. Those that traverse our soils to plant seeds of hope and enlightenment.
How would it be to live at this great depth and to reveal its radiance to the world. The silent knowing at its surface, looking out through these watery eyes. Its harmonics, singing the lullabies of the earth through these breath filled lungs. Each of our tears revealing true meaning, one drop, two drop, three… relished for their individual magnificence.
I want to swim deep into stillness. The dark pool of wisdom. When I look, I swear it is there. I can see this familiar place. There is light coming from somewhere. I see my Self there. You are there too!
Thank You for Being here.
Expeditions for Life 