Bridge of Light

Do you remember crossing the Bridge Of Light, when you connected to something beyond yourself? That moment when you read someone’s mind. The nagging premonition. The time you knew who was calling before the telephone rang. Once, you finished another person’s thought. You felt that chill up the spine. The tingling around your head – the path to forever once crossed. You felt the magnetic pull of a person or place. When art elevated you into a secret joy; when time itself slowed to a single grand breath. The sorrowful ring of wrong. The gentle voice that carried a deep peace. The flash of knowing. The dream that was so real. That sense of foreboding (let us leave this place). A love so powerful, you wept. You were beside yourself, detached from the world. That was no coincidence; you followed the voice. Being wrapped in the warm glow of love. The music; the book that found you at the right moment. That timeless calm when you knew a spiritual presence sat at your side, when you decided that there was no need to explain it to anyone. Spirit does not reside in the abstract. The Bridge Of Light is always with us.

Behind Every Door

Behind every door awaits the possibility of light. Through every doorway travels the hope of completeness, of calm. Yet, like a day, a door has two sides: a dawn and a dusk, and in making our approach we must be one or the other.

There is the choice, stark and bold: we may choose to be the sun behind the door, the kind light beyond the chamber, or the shadow that wrestles with the earth. In strength, bound by pure purpose, we may remove all other possibility and simply be the love we seek.

The Leap

Imagine this: When in moments of Love when we are able to lift out of ourselves, think of how one day the body will fall away, just as the chrysalis or the seashell releases its hold on the life placed within it. We have become so used to the idea of our human self, so used to its body, appearance, language, and expectation that we have placed our entirety into it. But one day, we will know these things are not truly ours; that they must be returned to the sole sovereignty of Earth.

Could it be that all things in nature have an interior presence, returning to this life and that in order to animate a form and thereby learn of Love? Does not each of us know secretly within that deep Love and its awareness cannot die, but only adapt and turn along a spiral of longing?

What a relief it must be to breathe in the perfumed rays of light after the heaviness of Earth. There! What an extraordinary thought, that we, you and I, infinitesimal persons in the vastness of space, have a life beyond, one that is before and after this worldly place.

Let us take a leap of mind and know that we are but visitors here, like divers who put on a suit to walk upon the bed of the ocean, to rise to the surface when the work is complete and the lesson learned. It is not outside that we will discover from where we have come and where we are going, but from behind closed eyes and within an open heart.

Let us understand then that all we take with us when we leave this place is whatever depth of Love we have claimed as our own. Everything else passes away, and how real can something be if it does not last?

To Wonder Upon Infinity

What is life, this delicate strength that animates us and the world in which we live? Miracles inhabit every corner: we need look no further than how a simple, fleeting thought may blink an eye or tilt the head, or how we may slowly breathe in and examine the sweet smells of summer. On the vast canvas of material being that stretches through all of existence, is not everything in the everyday world extraordinary and wonderful, each piece constantly changing its appearance and position? Clouds become puddles and mountains become stones.

We can see that all material energy is involved in the dance of creation, coming and going, building and falling, as must our small bodies if they are to be a part of the material life: grains in the vast weight of the universe. Surely, an atom in an arm is no less fantastic than an atom at the center of a great star. This being so, it must behave so, moving from one body to another when it is time. To suffer through life into death involves a brief ownership of a thing that must change its form and pass away. However, not everything is material. Deep love cannot dissolve, nor can our awareness slip away without our consent. Both can become more of what they are, and so we must carefully ask ourselves what it is we truly possess.

If we are more than a physical person, someone that is never born and never dies, someone that is on Earth only for a moment, it is right to ask what we were before this life, and where will we go when we leave it. But let us delve even deeper and ask how long have we all waited and prepared for the work that consumes us? And taking the longer view, what choices are really ours? By asking these questions, we may then step out of the circle of our human selves into a childlike awareness of infinity and into the limitless energy that must be God.

To contemplate the wonder of the Infinite and enter into its beauty is an act of love, an expression of devoted surrender to the way things are. We cannot contain infinity with the mind, only merge with it with the heart. As we close our outer eyes and look with inner sight at the heavens above us, let us understand that all moments are equal in the expanse of the Infinite, and that we can only pray in the moment that holds us. In the beautiful calm of Being, only this moment has any value.

All Is Already Known

My guide’s voice dipped into my conscience and told me clear that All is already known.
The moon spins, the stars explode, the blood of the universe pumps, regardless of how I whirl in my anxiety to understand. You understand; that is what I now grasp.
The ocean bed of life exists without my appraisal. All is in order: all planets, particles and pathways are known, of course.
The forests and lakes, the seas and jungles all continue without a man’s understanding. Even my own body works despite my great ignorance: It maneuvers, heals and sleeps. Within it I am alive and well, able to go about the experiences of Earth.
Indeed, All is already known and held together so perfectly, with such precision that there is safety in the acceptance of its certainty.
It is plain for everyone to see that all that does exist is grandly organized and pays no heed to the speculative mind.
The spider spins, the hills roll, my heart beats and I am destined to seek. The daisy will bloom whether I grasp its nature or not and that nature is known to You, a mind.

Climb

Before I came to this muddy Earth, in joy and immensity
I thought myself satisfied.
But I was undone by the thrill of a new vision,
Of a being so bright, so complete in its capacity
So full in its majestic, ardent love, that my idea was set afire;
My heart leapt with pure desire and I became desperate to achieve.
In my open eyed wonder an angel beheld my thirst
And taking my hand in hers, she softly asked,
"Are you ready to suffer the void of loneliness
That you may know the joy of absorption,
To untie the knot of pride, that you may know the freedom of humility?
Are you willing to transform the blunt blade
Of anger into the intense love you now witness?
Are you ready to rework the threads of yourself
Into the very essence of light’s sacred purity?"
I  stared long and deep into her design and finally said,
“Yes, I am.”
Then she pledged to fold her heart into my will
So that I might reweave the tapestry of my Soul.
“Come then,” she said, “Let us go. Listen for me;
I will be with you for all of your days.
Not even for a moment will I leave your side."
Then she delivered me into this human life.
Just as you have been delivered into yours.
Often about my shoulder I feel the flutter of gentle thought
Urging me towards the edge of truth.
Even now I hear her whisper,
“Climb, climb, climb!”

 

A Lapse Of Time

As each of us move though space, from this stage to that, and from that hope to this, let us ask, who is steering us through the maze of life? Who is watching? Who is seeing? Who is it that seeks and ponders upon the complexities of life? Are we separate from what we see or are we a product of it; a creator playing with ideas, or a plaything of an insensible universe? Whatever we might say, we can understand well enough that time itself is not chaotic or random: it has the discipline of eternity and cannot fail us. What would happen if we were able to step out of the stream of space and with a lapse of time, lift into an eternal place of being? Perhaps then on our return to home, we would recognize the importance of our time on Earth.

Just think: if in Heaven there were no conflict, no adversity, only a life of perfect peace and certainty, would we not stagnate? Is it even possible to contemplate a change in one’s Self while living in the eternal. After all, what would compel us to grow? Down here on Earth—this place of duality, of right and wrong, of darkness and light—here is where we may decide, rushing through tunnels of experience toward wisdom, a wisdom we must earn and then choose to demonstrate. In duality, on the byways of human life we are given grand choices, for here on Earth is the place to change the essence of who we are, not in the Light, for surely we will carry our earthly choices into Permanence, into timelessness itself.

This being so, could it be then that the Infinite has shrunk our experience into little moments, each just small enough for us to grasp and inspect the deeper reality, but at a distance, there to hold in our minds the wonder, the miracle of what we are? And since we gain wisdom from the trials of life, can we not infer that we are from beyond the bounds of time, not here to merely suffer through our obligations, to reap and suffer as we sow? Then are we not all undying, perpetual points of light, destined to search and create forever? Let us then ask, from where have we come and to where are we going in this great mystery of Light? Let us keep pushing at the edge of mystery and demand to know: Where are we? Where have we been? Where are we going? What is our place in the grand scheme of Light, and what of its energies create the road we're on?

Wherever and whatever we are doing in our lives, surely it has always been our precious work, our own heart's special labor to create and perfect ourselves. Is not each of us, you and I, and everyone we will ever know, unique: expressing, planning, anticipating and reacting, each in our own way? You and I are not products of a cosmic machine; we are creators who are able to build upon our ability to dream and desire. Though we travel along the difficult roads of life, we are and always will be.

My Small Understanding

If I could be everywhere and rest within all things in every moment; if the body of the Universe were mine… I would not cause myself pain, but would love and look upon everything in existence with affection.
If I were boundless, I believe I would be gentle.

If I were all-powerful, where all things were possible; if anything I imagined could be made real and given life; if I possessed the absolute will of the Universe… the only difference between thinking a thought and it made real in the world would be my desire to do so. If I held this first and final power to create, I believe I would be calm.

If I were all-knowing, completely aware, all-listening, all-understanding, all-seeing; if I could weave through all that is and look through every eye of life… I would not judge harshly, because I would understand the cause and reason behind all things, and therefore perceive within the wisdom of complete clarity.

If the mind of the Universe were mine, I believe I would be kind. Such is my small understanding of the omnipresence, omnipotence, and omniscience of God.

The Narrowed Way

When gleamed line and luster pulls at the edge of our sense, its feigned glow bathes our belief in security: we look for safety in its idea. Nothing exists without thought, no bridge, no smile, not even a star, and once an event has been born into life, the human mind thinks it a mirror, placing itself within a promise, as easily as a gleeful child sees a toy etched upon the surface of a cloud. But I must lift my projections from the forms before me. My task is to see all things clearly, to see myself and step along the narrowed way. Just as the wind whistling in the ear is dispelled by the slightest turn of the head, so too, does the careful mind remember the soul. Living in truth means living a life on the note of extreme internal honesty. I must keep asking what is real, and if I feel that something is missing, I will go into nothingness, and wait.

A Doorway Awaits

Off in the distance a doorway awaits. Built into the fabric of every soul, it is often indistinct under the dulled light of a busy mind, yet it offers itself as a gateway to a finer dimension, where a forest or an ocean may be leapt across just easily as a searching heart may absorb a thought of light.

All that is required to set the door ajar is a single, definite wish to explore. Indeed, there is no other key than a desire to leap. Its threshold marks the beginning of Infinity and the end of darkness, and more.

But a voice says, “It is only the imagination.” Yes, it begins that way, but we may, if we wish, explore a reality beyond it, a solid reality, a reality for which we have been preparing ourselves all this time; a reality that each of us nurtures in our precious days on Earth.

Belief is the currency of a creator, whereby what is hoped for is conjured in the fire of the will, in the temple of the imagination. In the room beyond the door exists this great treasure. Within it we may resist the pull of memory, of blame, of avoidance and self-pity and recreate ourselves in an image of pure delight, without the weight of Earth and all its troubles.

Once we have stepped across the threshold we may reinvent ourselves in any and all ways we desire, and prepare to lift into a reality that corresponds to that same desire.

Whatever a person believes he becomes. This is the first secret of the inner life, and the marvel of the Soul’s eternal arc. By imagining, a person may fashion himself anew and adjust the foundation of his entire being. The door that links these worlds awaits the single push of a focused heart whereupon we may step from this place to all places and thereby be free.