
A certain voice has risen from the depths of my soul. I don’t know why I didn’t come into this moment soldiering through my fears and rising, again, a pure essence of the divinity I AM in this moment. I heard him watching me as I danced. I even saw his eyes. They looked compelled to enter the Mystery yet they stayed distant with the fog. No one shares the same experience. A known fact. A Truth left untold. Many believe that bliss follows the bliss of another. This is a false identity. No one can experience the same moment although they might be in the same time of space, their occupied space in “time” is meant for their perfection, not another. There are elements of Truth that arise amongst the whole that resonate on a Universal level but ultimately, we are having a personal experience of our own Spiritual Nature in this momentous element of “time” we have created within our own understanding. There are times that I have opened my heart and body to those around me, knowing “for sure” they could feel me, know me, love me the way I have opened up to them, in that moment. And then an immediate recognition of differentiation takes place. They are not in the same “space” in time that I have entered. I have opened my heart, my mind, my essence to their being yet , to them, something is lacking.
What was missing? As I reflect on the Truth that inhabits each moment, each being, each paradoxical offspring of thoughts inhabited through the many living Spirits that co-habitate on this planet, I realize that we are, indeed, mirrors but in no way are exact replicas of another. We share DNA traits, cultural traditions, societal standards, heriditary defaults, but in NO WAY are we EXACTLY the same in Spirit. What my Spirit possesses is a means of getting closer to the Truth of my own existence in this life time. Someone else might share insightful moments that integrate with my own, but never can they amount to the transformational energy that has made my life exactly what it is, today. To each it’s own. And that is the Truth. And yet we live amongst each other and sometimes within the field of each others existence and so we learn to adapt and grow and fuse new understanding(s) under the bridge of influence we subjugate ourselves with.
When I dance, I dance as if no one is watching and at the same time, I dance like the world is a stage. It is a symbiotic approach to me. It is all and the same. It is inclusive. Nothing exceeds the other. There is maturation in the process of discovery.
I have seen myself in this dance. This uncovering, this recovery, this discovery of who I AM in each moment I turn my hips to another tune, I move my neck toward the sky, I open my lips to the rain and drench my cheeks in the atmosphere of which I dwell, outwardly, inward. There is no difference, yet in this indifference is the complexity of union that exists throughout the whole of mankind. I am a part of this cycle. I am a part of this union of minds, hearts, souls and Spirits unmanifest in the realization of many. But I am also a part of the future. I am a part of the Dream. I am a part of the reality that knows that nothing matters but the here, the now and the present state of being that has me saying YES! to all that exists in life. And I have faith. I trust the Universe. I trust my Self. I trust the encompassing divinity of Nature that holds me closer and closer to the Truth that I AM ALL THAT EXISTS AROUND (AND WITHIN) my own Core Being. Love has no borders. This is where I stand, right here, right now.
8/31/11