Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Wednesday Wish (156); Return to the Unfathomable

photo by varun singh bhati/eyeem/getty images via google images 

Do you ever sense the unfathomable that lives in trees, or swims in the sea, or rustles in the wind as it trills and twirls and races overhead? Do you ever wonder at the rippling clouds, at the crumbling waves, at the trees who reach and rise? Are you touched by these silent stirrings, by this invisible orchestra? Are you moved by the hidden messages that breathe themselves into exquisitely woven tapestries? For you do know, don’t you . . .? They’re meant for you.

I’ve met the underground tributary that flows between souls, that connects not just you and me, but all of us to each other. It doesn’t leave anything out. Not that rock. Not that seed. Not that branch that’s broken and blowing in the breeze. It's the essence of what is, of what we all are, the shiver up your spine, the song at the end of the movie that makes you weep. It’s the unfathomable that we all feel.

Some days, the days that I’m Essence more than I’m human, I see these things more clearly. Yesterday was one of those days, a day when I was no different than a tree, and the sky was pulsing with soft rounded gifts. My skin trilled like music as my mind forfeited to my deeply contented soul—the soul that I share with you, and you with me. It was here that my friends who recently left their bodies came to my side as wispy shapes of mist and steam, their messages spoken without sound but somehow I still heard. Bill laughed with Christian. Marion hugged her children. And they smiled at my softening, a softening that brought us all together. Like trees breathing as one unified forest.

Dwelling in Essence, there’s no reason to strive. There’s no reason to worry or anger or fear. There’s just reason to Be. To be in our being, our centermost Selves where the soft golden glow permeates everything into deep, loving contentedness. 

The unfathomable pulses for all of us, we just need to open to it. It already flows through each of us, we just need to remember how to tap in. It silently beckons us to come home to the gifts that have always been there, to the beauty of what is, where the unfathomable reveals itself as the only real reality.

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Soften your edges.
Mute the noise.
Float back into who you are
At your core.
Then look with soulful eyes
Upon the trees
And into the sea
And with the wind. 
For there is the golden hue,
The soft contented glow 
That breathes the soul,

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Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Wednesday Wish (154); My Eyes Hold Your Soul

photo via googleimages 

Light trickles into my bedroom; my body is warm. 

I open my eyes and see . . . painful things. I see angry attitudes, hateful words and hurtful thoughts, off-center people who keep on walking, walking into walls and blaming the walls for being there. I’m standing among the angry and my warm bubble is porous. Soon I’m infected with their cold. I begin to hobble, to unconsciously speak the language of my surroundings. I breathe it all in and breathe it all out with yes, spices of my own. I'm a member now. We fan one another’s flames, honoring our painful, off-centered Selves. And together we blame, deflect, simmer and spew . . . feeling as if we do it because that's just the way it's done. We survive. Is this how it really is, I lament to the sky through tears, is this how life is meant to be? I crawl back in bed and cover my head, anything to get warm.

Or is their another way to see, another way to wake up to the world?

Light trickles into my bedroom; my body is warm. 

I open my eyes and see . . . beautiful struggling people. I see hurting hearts, misguided minds and lost bodies searching for something they cannot name. I am soft and sensitive, awake to subtleties and focused on soul. Still, people stare at me with hackles up, prepared for a tough response. But without a word, I put out their cold flames. My eyes aren’t mirrors anymore, but windows. Windows to what was, to what still lives deep within, to what will be once again. I am warm and centered and I can’t help but interest you. For you see, my eyes hold your soul. You breathe me in and breathe it all out with yes, spices of your own. You may not be a full member yet, maybe there's just a new tickle on your toe, but one day, one day when you forget to fan those off-center embers, the other way will seep in again, the other way you once forgot. The other way that is just as much mine as it’s always been yours. The soulful way.

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For the last long while I’ve been working to realign with my soul more than ever before. Instead of reaching out, I’ve been reaching in. I’ve given myself more time, more love, more attention than ever before and the funny thing is, I’ve been able to infect those I do touch, more deeply. I see things more clearly. I sense subtleties more easily. And the colors, ohhh the colors . . . they flow from you as if you’re singing. And the state of the world? A space of transformation, of beautiful souls struggling to right themselves, struggling to align with their ultimate authenticity, beautiful souls falling again and again but getting up with greater resolve every time. Even sometimes, when they don't realize it.

I clutch my heart with warm, honest faith in the power of soul. To soften. Every. Last. Bit.

When the world feels hurtful, when you’re infected with ugly or hobbling with hurt or anger, you’re seeing with eyes other than your soul’s. You’re off-center and need righting. You’re cold and need warmth. You’ve forgotten and need reminding.

Go within. Answers to everything lie deep within. When we love our beautiful Selves, when we give time to our deepest Selves, we unlock secret compartments that ache to be seen, that ache to be heard, that ache to speak to us in a language of riches. Your soul’s riches.

Riches that naturally, beautifully, infect the world.

Go within.
Go within to realign with your authentic Self.
Your eyes won’t just hold your own soul’s purpose then, but mine, too.