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Some of the Reflections from now on may be recorded and uploaded as MP3 files. If you don't have Real Player, get it here! Then enjoy all of the recorded Reflections your heart desires. For November! Union with the Divine: A Harvest of Souls Our entire spiritual quest is toward going home. We yearn for union with the Divine. It is the Divine gathering parts of Self, and we will indeed arrive on the front porch from the light It emits after our game in the street of hide and seek, before darkness sets in. We have nowhere else to go. That porch light calls us once we are done with our games, and friends are returning to their homes. We’ll see, it’s the same home and the same porch light, once we arrive inside… to our ultimate sweet comfort. You will be there, my friend, and we will break bread and pass the wine of the fruits of our lives. The cosmic soup sows and reaps, casts out and reels in, plants and produces all souls turned into beings turned back into souls. Why? For its delight and intimate pleasure at knowing us, feeling us, causing and birthing us, watching us, allowing our freedom on this catch and release program that goes on forever all in a day, in a moment, in endless bountiful bushel baskets overflowing with…NOWS. Once we earn our freedom, we return home to rest. We offer it back as fodder for soup. But the soup is expelled and tossed out the door again, we are sent back to grovel and worm our way back again and again and again, always insisting on and deserving our freedom, always given it with a blessing. But once we finally see and hear and feel the blessing, once the music becomes divine and possesses our soul and takes us over with its harmonic eternal vibration, we decide we don’t really want our freedom. We have deeply , always, only wanted…to go Home. We are done playing. The chef, who has been hiding behind a mask, was our Most Beloved, all this time. So in giving up our freedom to stay Home this final time, and help cook, we finally receive our ultimate freedom. For in totally giving ourselves to the Divine, It accepts us. And our longing for each other…ceases. We stay put inside each other. The Divine is in me and I Am in the Divine. The One Heart. The only heart. The only place to Be. And we shall see…the “I” we truly are…never left. I lay my head in your lap, my Lord, as you stroke my hair. You touch gently my temples, which are feverish being this close to you. I pause here as you offer me sips of water, to cool me. You offer me comfort in this time before I leave your lap and let go of your hand I have been clutching tightly. And I walk bravely through the sacred fire, where you will again be waiting for me. Only those last steps did you let go so I could fall into your arms and receive my robes you hold out for me. Their pure softness engulfing my nakedness. And this time, at last, we lay together in a golden field. One heartbeat echoes. The boundaries of you and I…are gone. We merge. ON GOING “HOME” I gave my heart back to God. I went Home. But He returned it to me and said: “I Am wherever you are, and you are wherever I AM, this is HOME.” Now it’s clear to me. All the longing to go home all these years, that dream of “my” life and journey …was just the foundation. I am not going home, I never left. I finally hear the gentle whisper in my heart: “Come.” “Here.” “Here I AM.” Duality To get from truth to truth, we have the here to there. Honor the separation. Treasure the climaxes. Understand that separation from God is an illusion, And the Oneness is both here and there. But God reminds us: If you miss me, look deeply into the eyes of others. Doing Dishes for God We search for God and long for God and all along the path of breadcrumbs laid out carefully by our soul we do not hear the little voice inside, saying: “Here, here, did you look here?” We have, of course, also placed that voice there. One day, it will become a roar. It will be the ocean come to consume us. We will surely drown, and not care. Until that time, the small voice will ask less and less what do I want, what can I get from life, and more and more “what can I do to help you , My Love?” And the answer is: “I need no help, but whatever you want to do is fine. The dishes? Sure! The water’s warm and ready. Dive in!” So I will wash dishes here for God, until it’s time to go home. Shedding Our Leaves When all the layers of leaves shed from the tree and lay loved at the base, it is then the tree’s naked magnificence in its truest form stands expressing itself to God and the earth. Like a master yogi stretching into an ultimate yoga posture, it twists and turns and reaches and rests… all at once. But it is more than just beauty doing its full measure. It is holding the earth and sky together…the stitches that allow definition of both. It hears murmurs of the earth’s deepest heart, and is nourished by the crying sky. Let us all shed our leaves into our bare shadow less glory, so that flowers can grow below us where our shade used to be, and offer their magnificence to the world. |
