Most often there is so much happening around us that the noticing of the finer and subtle beauty of life within us goes un noticed. We cringe in pain at the inner disconnect and live lives of despair and despondent grief while the truth is that our inner vision is not clear to feel grateful for our smallest blessings.
Awaiting the love to come from without, we fail to honour it’s effulgent springs from within your own heart. The only difference between an aware being and a sleepwalking human is the awakened heart that permits the bliss of beingness to bless others around him. He loves and this love is not personal, dramatic or a projection. It is the purity of his presence that heals and cures…not his intention to manifest or intervene in the flow of life.
The clouded mind which has back to back thoughts of chases, failures, bitterness and rage is only the outcome of the inner disconnect with nature and it’s peaceful and soothing comfort. Urban living is the most foolish way to live where we earn to afford ICU beds in the best hospitals. We weave dreams but don’t love the one who dreams. There is enough of everything and yet the lack is the most common emotion we feel.
If chaos is your choice, then it will multiply itself on you. If clarity is your intent, you will simply flow in life and celebrate the light that never dims or fades. Because it’s source is the perennial bliss of your own heart.
Most often the most important light is the light that we cannot see.
Image credits: Christine Laria