I appreciate how many friends here understand my spirituality. I love your support and kindness. I love your grace that I know you have because you are reading this. I love it even if you stop now, and scroll away. Thank you for being my friend.
I wrote a poem. Instead of explaining, I wanted to show. Show you my meditation:
I am a wondering and lost soul
Who has stopped a moment
To look inside.
I have found a fire.
A kind fire, a merciful fire,
a fanciful, surreal, omnipotent fire.
A fire so strong, it burns even desire away.
A fire so gentle, I can forget its glow
By opening my eyes.
I am a wondering and lost soul
Who has stopped a moment
To look inside.
Ah, an old friend.
Warmth so close,
I know I have seen the fire,
10,000 years or more.
This is the fire the sages have talked about.
I have found the eternal flame.
Every moment, bathing in the heat
Of everlasting bliss,
And freedom.
So free, I can move away
By opening my eyes.
I am a wondering and lost soul
Who has stopped a moment
To look inside.
Exhausted, I fall to my knees.
My bags so heavy, I decide why not
Take off my shoes
Cast aside my belongings
And muse with the dancing flames
Of fire.
My bags are weighty.
No doubt, a few items too many
Packed in and carried,
Burrowing into my shoulders,
An easy food for the flames.
With a moment to relax,
My endless shivering
Suspended
I throw a bag.
Into the fire.
It burns.
All my belongings into the fire.
My worries,
I am weightless.
So carefree,
I can be anything
By opening my eyes.
I am a wondering and lost soul
Who has stopped a moment
To look inside.
I abide here.
I dwell here.
This fire is my home.
The hearth of flames,
My bodily heart.
I watch closely.
I never noticed
How the fires lap up
And pull at my skin.
Thought after thought
After thought after thought
Jumping out of me.
Into the fire.
Each thought refreshed and new
Birthed from nothingness
Pulled into the fire.
Some go quickly, willingly,
Others go slowly, sticking to me
Holding on
Inevitably flowing towards
The fire.
And I notice.
For the first time
The gravity
Of the fire.
Not just my thoughts.
My whole being.
Is pulled,
Patiently.
A behemoth of thought.
Identity.
“I.”
I am called to enter the fire.
Patiently.
Inching closer
And closer.
I know I can
Allow it,
Embrace it,
Cherish it,
Or I can
Open my eyes.
I am a wondering and lost soul
Who has stopped a moment
To look inside.
But I know it is a matter of time,
Just time,
Before I will look inside,
And open my eyes,
And never cease to see
the fire
all around me.
