Allowing the Light

Over sparkling sands facing holy seas
whispers echo in your heart
urging your faith to ignite.

An invisible hand extends
piercing the veil of soul
allowing light to nourish
your longing to grow,
though life has hardened 
the inner soil...

But divine love roots 
there in your depths
and grows into an unquenchable 
fire floating on a river of grace,
enabling you to grasp the waiting hand.

Compassion pulses through your veins
as the enlightened man appears
Angels dance over death
before the cross of life that binds him.

His eyes burn with compassion
as his cracked lips utter,
"I am One with the light in darkness.
I came to show the possibilities of life."

Tears streak down astonished faces
as your heart joins his in a cosmic dance.
A surrender to living love
that guides you deeper and deeper
into the eternal mystery
And there at last you abide in the warm silence...

 

 

We are all called at some critical point to awaken to a new way of living in full consciousness of our relationship with the divine image that lives inside us every day and weaves both the light and darkness into universe.  When the student is ready, the teacher appears.  And the lessons are always about compassion, love, awareness, and mystery.  I often think that once the journey to union with God is finished, the infinite journey in God begins.  Life is like a grand role-playing game in which consciousness is exploring itself through the act of creation.  And we are that consciousness and yet we are the creations as well.  So life has emerged from the realm of eternity and is now o the loose.  This is an exciting and dangerous concept.  I heard the poet David Whyte once say, "What is time but eternity living dangerously."  And I also read that, "Time is God's compassion for Chaos."  I love both of those quotes.  They put eternal being into perspective if you meditate on them.

I really believe that enlightened folks like Yehoshua (Jesus) come along to show the possibilities of the race and to teach us to think outside the box and to remember our divine inheritance as creative beings of love.  What's left after all that?  To practice creating and loving!  Yeah!

 


 

 

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