When I first started down the path I was consumed by the goal of one day becoming enlightened. Then, I traveled down the path a little more and that desire began to gradually fade away. Now, as I find myself slightly further down the path I see that even the concept of enlightenment is a distraction and a potential trap from getting on with the truly all-important spiritual work of becoming a compassionate, humble and peaceful being.
If one is truly fortunate, a rare wise being will come into their lives. When you meet such a person you immediately feel that you are in the presence of someone who really knows something about life and how to live it. Such a being’s individual nuances, background and spiritual point of connection may vary; but always the characteristics of their souls are the same. They are as humble as the roots of trees, are filled with boundless compassion, live to serve their communities and embrace life’s most challenging moments as golden opportunities to grow in their faith. Such wise beings also live simply without any attachment to material things, show gratitude each and every day and have rascally sense of humors! But above all, people of wisdom live fully and authentically in the consciousness of that underlying reality called God or Tao. It is clear through spending even a minute in their presence, that such beings have discovered an eternal well of love within them. To share time in their presence is to drink the sweet nectar from the Divine itself and to bask in the light of its grace. If you have met just such a being absorb all of their teachings and model your life after them!
You are the stars and the moon
And you are the sun rising and setting
You are the eagles soaring
And you are the seasons passing
Open and present
To whatever greets you
Nothing can ever prevent you
From being everything
Loving awareness is who you are.
Life is an exquisite balance
Of holding and letting go
Of taking and giving
There is nothing ever to grasp onto
When everything but the soul
Coming and going
Just like the passing of the seasons….
So prepare to meet both birth and death
As well as success and failure
With the same calm detachment
And loving acceptance
Of all that is.
When the fools of reason dictate
The terms of debate
The inner voice of spirit cries
Knowing that the truth is not found
Outside in the world of illusions….
Tell me, who are these “experts”
That we give authority too and emulate?
For to me, it seems,
Like the blind leading the blind
Down a dark alley of lies
Where the greatest victim
Is our own happiness….
Unplug from this matrix
Then strap on your boots
And commune with Mother Nature
She is our great liberator.