The Seekers Journey

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There is much beauty in this world

The clear, blue sky, clouds as they assemble-

stars & connecting constellations

Yet, my heart can’t help but ponder

“Who is the Master of it all?”

We’ve searched for eons

Destroying cities, dissecting books

Gazing into the eyes of suitors, coming up with no answers

We search and search

Until we abandon our quest

And the meaning escapes us

Frustrated with longing,

now cheated into a deep stupor

We were created to be adaptable

To endure,

To grow and build our tolerance,

And comprehend that time is fleeting

Understand that suffering is a choice

And, ultimately, peace is our goal

We are finite

Malleable

Constantly changing

But the one thing has never changed

Across time, space and dimensions

Amidst the rustling of our souls, restless

Eager to get back home

Weary of enduring the fog

Of being a character in this video game

With faith and timidity, she inquires

“Where is purification?”

“Where is rest?”

“We need ease and relief…its all we’ve been yearning for”

As time passes and the search endures

The seeker gains insight into what she has been hunting

The answers which she seeks lie in hearts endowed with purity

For remembrance is and will always be our home

So purge yourself of illusions

Delusions, doubt

Lies and deceit

Then fly up to the heavens

Our home, the beginning, and the end-

Our divine birthright

Tales of Remembrance

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Some days I’m torn

Struggling to keep myself above high tides

Pulling and tugging me deep into the depths

And though I never learned how to swim

The One has taught me how to move my arms,

To paddle and kick my legs

To come up for air

To cry for help

To call out to Him

Until a wave bigger than I can save myself from

Plunges me into the depths I’ve been fighting

Forcing me underneath the rush of water

Filling my lungs with salty liquid

Until I can hardly breathe

And darkness is all that I know

But… miraculously I grow fins

Scales on my arms, gills around my throat

I open my eyes and take in a fresh breath

Transformation embedded, Newness engulfing me

And The One laughs at my ignorance;

Why struggle to fight the tides that inevitably nurture you?

Bringing us back to wholeness

We have forgotten our core, our essence, our home

But luckily the waves are quick to remind us

No matter how much we struggle, how much we try to control

Letting go has the scary feeling of chaos;

Fear.

Death.

Surrender.

And then finally, bliss.

 

Romance, Love, and Aloneness

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“Never treat any person as a means. Treat everybody as an end in himself, in herself—then you don’t cling, then you are not attached. You love, but your love gives freedom—and, when you give freedom to the other, you are free. Only in freedom does your soul grow.” Love, Freedom, Aloneness: The Koan of Relationships: Osho

In a culture that proclaims to be vastly individualisticromantic relationships have quickly become the overall goal for acquiring love, commitment, and acceptance. While love in itself is a wonderful feeling and emotion, the apparent stressed importance of experiencing love through romantic relationships seems to be a bit exaggerated. For decades, the mentality of ‘finding one’s other half’ has been marketed and sold to the masses. Books, movies and social media (a.k.a ‘relationship goals’) serve to reemphasize this apparent importance of ‘finding your other half’. However, something that is even more important than securing a romantic relationship is nurturing the relationship with ourselves.

When we talk about looking for our “better half”, we subconsciously enable this idea that wholeness relies upon someone else. While love is integral to our being, it does not only lie within the confines of a romantic relationship. Wholeness, as well as love, is self-made. When we are able to maintain this truth that we came into this earth as fully whole and capable beings- the search stops for someone or something else to complete us. Time has proven again and again that no amount of external validation, gifts or people will mask how we feel about ourselves internally. A person can love us with everything they have but it will never amount as much to us loving ourselves.

Furthermore, when we sit in our wholeness we are able to accept being alone. Aloneness is not to be confused with loneliness. Loneliness speaks of lack; feeling that something is missing or being incomplete. Very often, loneliness is the feeling that one runs away from when they are in futile search of something external to complete them. Aloneness, however, is maintaining personal individuality, love, presence and being. When one sits in their aloneness, their validation, love, and wholeness come from within- from the acceptance of who they are, the enjoyment of what they like and knowledge of simply being enough. When a person is able to come to this remembering- that they always have been and are whole, then those proceeding relationships come from choice and not a necessity. This means that if someone is not treating us the way we deserve to be treated, we leave. Being alone isn’t a threat to our happiness, not honoring ourselves is. If someone not in alignment with us and our path, we bid them farewell and wish them the best. Life is a journey for each of us so why would we knowingly restrict someone else’s or even our own experience and growth?

Going through the process of nurturing ourselves, sitting in aloneness and embracing our wholeness allows for the most beautiful of relationships to form: the one with ourselves. When a partner does show upjust as whole and lovingone gets to experience a love that is not based on conditions of filling a void but is fulfilling, nurturing and free.

A heart opener…

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How many lifetimes must we live in order to become who we’ve always been?

How many failures must we endure?

How much sensation can the body hold?

It is not my mind that writes

Not the pen in between my fingers

Not the feeling of keys on a keyboard declining,

bouncing back up to meet my fingertips

You see – these words flow from the heart

With a surety that even I can’t describe

All I know is that creativity;

The ability to write,

to sing,

to paint,

to love,

The birth

Creativity is a gift from the wonderous Being above

I don’t have all of the answers;

Most times I’m barely sure of anything

But what I am certain of

Is the guiding force The One is

Leading me to passages and roads that I never would’ve thought I’d experience

And so,

Embodying that divinity, sharing this human experience

The integration of ego and spirit,

The cultivation of the experience of the divine

Is a life’s work I wish to express

For that is the truest work of creativity

The art of being,

Then ascending

Welcome to my world