because I don't have to wear clothes to bed...
speak please. I am listening. silence... or so i thought.
were I to choose the way in which messages would be received; doves bearing letters over the horizon, a large package on the doorstep after a rainy afternoon, or some other more fantastical less mundane venue for correspondence with the ether, i might very well be deaf to the point. the universe sends me signs. i never know where the next will come from. i never get to choose the way in which i receive it. but i get the point. it is made clear to me when the time is right.
maybe one could think i am trying to rationalize the past in order to justify the present, but i would argue that i am simply getting quicker and more agile in the art of living. my flexibility is increasing and i am growing. the time between the signal and my understanding of how it fits into the larger plan is lessening. maybe one day the happening and understanding will happen simultaneously? is that what "oneness with the universe" feels like? is there a faith one can hold all day that would allow them to take on the darkest of nights and the hardest of challenges at any turn? there is a reckoning to be had with this way of seeing things, and its realized into something beautiful, so far...
there is a wonderful innocence with which the universe handles us. we are not told too much, because it would spoil the journey. we are also not told too little, though that is a hard thing to judge in the present (thinking we are wandering in the dark), because we seem to end up where it is we need to be going. there is no need for the universe to give you an "opinionated" view on any one particular matter. in the way in which the universe respects you enough to grant you the room to make your own choices and form your own opinions, could you say we do that for each other? do we give others and ourselves a chance to see the world untainted?
people.
we do not choose the way in which we are spoken to by others. let's be truthful, they are not always gifts. sometimes they are poisonous things wrapped up in the mouths of those we love and know don't mean them. i look to the mouth of the speaker and know that the beloved behind that mouth does not mean to do the harm. rather innocently, they are expressing and digesting their own feelings on the matter, the person, the thing. but where did they lose their objectivity? where did they lose their understanding? what may they have sacrificed for the sake of a little anger and a lot of hurt? what have they taken away from me in saying those things? my mind has a hard time finding neutrality when one side of the scale has been tipped by an outside source. what chance do i have of living my own experience without the bad taste of theirs in my mouth? what hope of a new start could that person have if i blocked them at every opportunity to find redemption in a new friend? we stand in the way of change.
to speak ill of another we effectively stand in the light of an old tree who wishes to grow new fruit. would you ever forgive someone who robbed you of your own harvest? how could you expect someone to respond to you in a new way if you only perpetuate their behavior by giving life to old habits through your words? the universe does not tell us who to play with. it gives room to let the laws of attraction work. how might you make that choice for yourself?
regardless of this truth about the speech of others, it has come to my attention, not so recently, that we still choose the way in which we speak. and so, we are not powerless. we are also not condemned by what we have chosen to do before. we are present beings. we can be held accountable only for the things we choose to do after we are made aware. be present, now.
impeccability with your word. does it cost so much? what do we lose by considering the judgment we let pass through our lips and into the minds of those we care about? does one interaction have to taint the future interaction of others? what kind of precedence does that set?
between the way the universe trust that we will learn for ourselves and how we effectively inhibit that kind learning for others without that trust, a world of difference.
were I to choose the way in which messages would be received; doves bearing letters over the horizon, a large package on the doorstep after a rainy afternoon, or some other more fantastical less mundane venue for correspondence with the ether, i might very well be deaf to the point. the universe sends me signs. i never know where the next will come from. i never get to choose the way in which i receive it. but i get the point. it is made clear to me when the time is right.
maybe one could think i am trying to rationalize the past in order to justify the present, but i would argue that i am simply getting quicker and more agile in the art of living. my flexibility is increasing and i am growing. the time between the signal and my understanding of how it fits into the larger plan is lessening. maybe one day the happening and understanding will happen simultaneously? is that what "oneness with the universe" feels like? is there a faith one can hold all day that would allow them to take on the darkest of nights and the hardest of challenges at any turn? there is a reckoning to be had with this way of seeing things, and its realized into something beautiful, so far...
there is a wonderful innocence with which the universe handles us. we are not told too much, because it would spoil the journey. we are also not told too little, though that is a hard thing to judge in the present (thinking we are wandering in the dark), because we seem to end up where it is we need to be going. there is no need for the universe to give you an "opinionated" view on any one particular matter. in the way in which the universe respects you enough to grant you the room to make your own choices and form your own opinions, could you say we do that for each other? do we give others and ourselves a chance to see the world untainted?
people.
we do not choose the way in which we are spoken to by others. let's be truthful, they are not always gifts. sometimes they are poisonous things wrapped up in the mouths of those we love and know don't mean them. i look to the mouth of the speaker and know that the beloved behind that mouth does not mean to do the harm. rather innocently, they are expressing and digesting their own feelings on the matter, the person, the thing. but where did they lose their objectivity? where did they lose their understanding? what may they have sacrificed for the sake of a little anger and a lot of hurt? what have they taken away from me in saying those things? my mind has a hard time finding neutrality when one side of the scale has been tipped by an outside source. what chance do i have of living my own experience without the bad taste of theirs in my mouth? what hope of a new start could that person have if i blocked them at every opportunity to find redemption in a new friend? we stand in the way of change.
to speak ill of another we effectively stand in the light of an old tree who wishes to grow new fruit. would you ever forgive someone who robbed you of your own harvest? how could you expect someone to respond to you in a new way if you only perpetuate their behavior by giving life to old habits through your words? the universe does not tell us who to play with. it gives room to let the laws of attraction work. how might you make that choice for yourself?
regardless of this truth about the speech of others, it has come to my attention, not so recently, that we still choose the way in which we speak. and so, we are not powerless. we are also not condemned by what we have chosen to do before. we are present beings. we can be held accountable only for the things we choose to do after we are made aware. be present, now.
impeccability with your word. does it cost so much? what do we lose by considering the judgment we let pass through our lips and into the minds of those we care about? does one interaction have to taint the future interaction of others? what kind of precedence does that set?
between the way the universe trust that we will learn for ourselves and how we effectively inhibit that kind learning for others without that trust, a world of difference.