As the sun rises on a new day I wonder what will happen. Will my spirits rise with our heated spinning star or plummet to Earth and find solace hidden on the shadow-side of a tree? Will I see the goodness in people? My heart has grown a thick skin around it, weary of the daily bruising it receives.
Voices echo my thoughts and I think that deep down inside I too have lost my faith in human beings. So many don’t even bother to think for themselves, to take the time out of their lives just to sit. Sit and watch a sunrise and wonder at their place in the universe and how they can do the Best things, the Good things and sometimes the Right things.
Must everyone find their calling? It may not even be as simple as that, nor as deep. Everyone must be a sounding board, must be a mirror, the calm rush of a mountain stream. In these things you will find your Humanity. And with that, you will discover the humanity in others. Your lips will not curl in hate, and your mind will resonate with whole sounding thoughts and you will Share.
Each person is a part of all the other people. If I give up on everyone, I give up on myself, and I refuse to do that. So I work on myself, and I polish and scour and revise and Learn and add to myself so that I truly become as I was Named: God Is Gracious. I am Her image, Her Gift, and therefore I Am Gracious. My Path is Compassion and my happiness cannot exist without the happiness of others.
I made a promise and even if I don’t place my feet on right road, the byways, the places, the one’s not taken, are all part of my journey.
I remember when I Woke Up. It was as if a golden light had turned on behind my eyes. Everything I saw and heard was filtered through that clarifying light. I began to understand and I began to see what was Illusion and what was Truth and as I chanted with the sunrise my life fell open like the petals of a Lotus Blossom and my name echoed in the hallways of Time.
Blessed are the Awake for they shall see everything and they shall lead the way and as we follow our lives unfold like nebulae and we can read the book written in the stars. There is a place for us and a time for everything and maybe those things are not now, presently.
As the golden light of Earth’s star wakes up the world around me and I hear the song of the birds and maybe my soul takes flight. Just maybe on this new day the Eternal Scales will tip in humanity’s favor just a little more. But we balance on the feather’s edge of oblivion and each thing that we do, each time, each Day – Matters.
Remember that, fellow Traveler. Remember that when you meet another pilgrim on the Way. Be to others as you wish the world would be. If we can Dream it, we can Be it. Everything is absolutely Possible and as we bathe in the quantum foam our lives intersect for a reason.
Make that reason be because of Beauty. Because Love. Because I want to rise with the sun and know that this is the First Day and not our Last.