Weary

In this stage of becoming, I find I have little desire to argue. No want to be right or righteous. The truth simply is what is. Perspectives are veils in which we distort the truth through our own opinion of understanding, and only complicates the acceptance of what is in the end.

For instance, is an orange not just an orange? We can see that it is the color we’ve all agreed is orange. We can smell it, taste it, experience it in relatively similar ways. Yet, the thought of an orange to you may be off-putting. Maybe you don't like oranges. You say, '“Oranges are gross.” However I may find that the orange is succulent and delicious. I may say, “Oranges are great. They are the best fruit.” To each of us the orange represents a myriad of experiences. Thus, what is the orange? Is the orange the sum of our experiences and opinions about the orange? No. The orange simply is an orange.

Humans spend so much of our time debating relative truth. The veils of perspective we each hold war against one another in perpetuity. Our egos love a good challenge, an opportunity to be right and superior in some form. As I continue to dig deeply I find that the fight grows tiresome and I grow increasingly weary. Much of my own exhaustion stems from clinging to my veils of perspective, needing to be validated in what I consider to be right truth. In reality, my spirit knows there are only a few universal (indisputable) truths. These truths are non-imposing; this makes them instantly recognizable as universal truths. There is no threat of being right or wrong. They’re non-abrasive. Spirit whispers them to me softly, such as a summer’s ocean breeze caresses the cheeks. Millions of tiny reminders of these truths reside all around us so that we may not forget; and even if we do, they exist to bring us back, to ground us in the realm of cosmic consciousness. The seat of the soul exists simultaneously within us and all around us. Nothing is divisible from anything else. We are everything, together, in oneness. Our separateness is only an illusion so that God may have a chance to experience themselves infinitely, through billions of veils.

Keeping all of this in mind, I remember Who I Really Am. Meditation and Mother Earth bring me here, to this space of absolute freedom, the space of infinite peace. It is here we relinquish, recharge, and renew.