There has been so much written, so much that is continuing to be written, and will be written, that it will be difficult in the days ahead to attribute as clearly as we may like.
Of course, much of what is known is known by so many of us, that the notion of intellectual property seems slightly ridiculous. Nevertheless, respect is to be paid to those who brought forth what they did, so credit will be given where credit is due.
It is miraculous, indeed, to look back on all the knowledge we have accumulated — a drop in the heart of the Mother! — and how it is all beginning to come together. This is a glorious touchstone for us, to know we have been lead since childhood.
How have you been lead, since you were small? Were you drawn to the trees or the waters? Or both? Did you hear the sound of the Divine's voice in the wind? Did you hear it in the beat of your heart? Were there moments when you felt as though you had left your body and were extremely aware of the fact that you were alive? Did you grow things, make things, dance, run, sing?
Can you do these things once more? Can you find a stone by the side of the road and see the whole of the soul of the world within it? Can you receive a flower from a child and know the great tribute that you have been paid? Can you pay great tribute to the heart of the Mother? Can you see Her in the hearts of others?
Can you see her in yourself?
No comments:
Post a Comment