Where is this value in life? We find purpose in putting things in order, only to see them back in chaos over and over again. Its like an infinite jigsaw puzzle that you complete…and moments later a toddler comes around and throws all the pieces on the floor.
Are we kidding ourselves to think we can apply this purpose of creating order among chaos?
I look into nature, like a leaf on a tree, and see the patterns laid there, systematically developed, in a world of order all its own.
Is our perception of order merely that, a judgement of arrangement?
The birds around me chirp and communicate in their reverent timing, and do not have a sense of syncopation or rhythm. Yet, its all harmonious as it is, still, quiet, motionless in an orchestrated frenzy. The cows join in and bellow as if saying, stop your order please and let us be!
The beauty lies in our treasured heart; in its stillness yet always moving. There is no stop to vibration. Only the effortless patterns which are strung together so fancifully.
To be here, to be now, that’s divine destiny. That’s a purposeful possibility; to light up the world rather than clean it, to transform through intention and appreciation, to see my face laugh in its perfect complexity of motion. For I am ever continuing, ever changing , ever loving and ever lasting. To embrace kindness is all I love, and all I am. To forgive and adore. To honor and hold. That is a purpose above all purposes and I am open to serving this light, this Goddess & God lover in fully opened celebration and joy.
Do you remember what it feels like to be in love? The morning seems brighter, easier, fuller, more juicy and every detail, every murmur of goodness whispers your name.
That feeling and desire lives there in you and ignites you with inspiration. Suddenly, you write or sing or dance…create or run…dive into the most holy communion of Love. When it beckons you know its real. When it leaves you, the ache, the pain, the despair…it ignites you with inspiration. You cry, sing, write, retreat, sleep, and suffer willingly into the crevice of longing. That desire you crave and run back to it. That pain is not the absence of love. It is the amnesia of forgotten love. For it was within you all along, it was yours to be and ignite. Your own true lover there with you, always.
Yet, we disillusion into the tragedy just to find ourselves in reunion again. Perhaps, there is a possibility of finishing this game and step into the fullness, truth and safety of always being united. For in this unity lies the order and purpose we seek.
Blessings to you and thank you for reading.
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