“What happens when you feel so far from the light? I read
about stillness and peace here but they are just concepts to me. I want to be
one with everything too. I want to be happy like you.”
I've been meditating on this all day and I have got to say
that it’s incredibly difficult to respond to this. I want to say that you are
always one. That you are not far from the light because you are a part of that
light. Peace and stillness are always there whether we experience them
consciously or not because they don’t need to be conceptualized.
These statements, I believe, are all true.
But I feel it wouldn't help. They would just become more concepts, especially when you feel like this. I know because I
was here yesterday. I wanted to say to everyone, “I want to be happy like you!”
Yet, unlike you, I didn't. I didn't have the courage.
I wrote a post
entitled ‘Bad Day’ but decided not to publish it because I felt it was too out
of place. The post was about separation;
a choice to see separation and do nothing about it. I couldn't post that. No
way. It wasn't peaceful, spiritual or helpful at all. But you had the courage to do something which I did not.
You confronted your feelings of separation to reach out and express how you felt.
I can't tell you how to feel peaceful or still or even happy. All I can say is that in our feeling of separation, you and I are one. You can't be far from the light, my friend, if it is your light which gives me the courage to post on a bad day.
I can't tell you how to feel peaceful or still or even happy. All I can say is that in our feeling of separation, you and I are one. You can't be far from the light, my friend, if it is your light which gives me the courage to post on a bad day.
"Bad Day"
Pure light is right behind this cellophane wrap. I can see
it. I could touch it even...only if I made the choice to finally tear it away.
But it’s that choice which is the hardest. To shed everything and step towards
it. Be one; truly luminous. I can see the cellophane. But I don't want to walk
through. I'd rather compromise and continue to watch the pretty light...
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