Youthemeus

Because there are few things we can be sure of….

This morning, as I wept.

on November 7, 2013
I am here to realise that I am all to none and none to myself.

I am here to realise that I am all to none and none to myself.

This morning, watching the new day paint its colours on the sky, I was overawed with what it means to be me at this moment.

The weight of the human experience felt heavy on my heart and I began to cry. Through my warm, full tears I realised that I was weeping not with sorrow, but with elation.

There is a deep sense of joy that comes with being truly immersed in this expression of myself. The experience of being in a human vehicle – one that feels pain, pleasure, love and longing – is without equal anywhere in my existence. This fact sometimes makes it a harsh assignment to complete without surrendering my very essence to the daily struggle and drama that makes for the “human experience”.

How easy to forget that all is illusion, all that surrounds me is purely the part of myself that I am expressing.
How easy to forget that this is not real, solely a construction of my own higher self’s learning, searching, reaching and exploring what it means to exist.

When I remember that I am all of this and none of this, my soul pours its balm into my heart and the tears flow without any possibility of stemming the tide. My beautiful, regal, perfect self has designed and chosen this exquisite experience for me, in my current expression, in my manifestation of now.

To see all as part of everything (but also nothing) is why I am here. It is why we are all in this instant. I am here to realise that I am all to none and none to myself. To simultaneously be everything and nothing, existing in the now and the never. My paradoxical dance of existence. This universal blink of an eye holds me up as a magic lantern towards the blank wall of consciousness.

I am eternal, infinite and omni-present. However, in my own reality, I was never here or there – only appearing as the shadow of a hawk on the desert floor; brief, fleeting and intangible.

There is no understanding of separation without pain; however, now that this pain has been held, kissed and treasured by my innermost heart-stone, I am able to see that I am part of the whole. Part of the beautiful, flawed all that I chose to manifest for myself.

Oh, humanity! If you could but see yourself as I see you, you would weep with the enormity of the realisation that you were so loved.
Remember this and be gentle towards each other.

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One response to “This morning, as I wept.

  1. openlife72 says:

    Going to need to read this a couple of times. I feel the truth.

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