I am different. Every moment of every day creates the room and space for me to be this: Different. My life is a metamorphosis, a practice in the reality of impermanence. Moods come and go. Preferences shift and shape. Awareness heightens then dulls until again the stimulation of God’s breath breathes and it wakes. It is all part of the existence of life, the way of the ebb and flow, the journey of a thousand miles. I step. Each step takes me down roads never before walked, along paths unpaved. There is no direction outside the voice of life leading me. I listen. It is the only way that I am able to travel. Within.
I tilt my head and lean in closer. The warmth feels of sun against bare skin, tickling my flesh. It is you breathing on me again, and I feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise like a flower through soil that has been cultivated by your promises. I walk atop the invisibility of your word, and there is no shelter as strong, no energy of force able to withstand your voice.
The asking has already been. My plate bountiful, yet empty waiting again to be filled by the Magic. I receive you, arms stretched wide and heart cracked open that you see the purity of my being. It matters not how long I sit here at your table. You are my companion. Your presence reminds me to sit longer still and to trust that time is timeless and the arrival is closer than nigh. The arrival is now.
It is there in the quiet that we find our way back. The path has always been and yet the mind has a way of distracting us, taking our attention away from the earth atop which we stand and points left and right at fields so vast that we forget and lose our footing. There is beauty all around, yet not all things beautiful are meant to be explored before the harvest. We wait. We watch. We see. It is there in the quiet space where all is empty that we feel most full, and that we remember: Our feet are planted in the soil of Magic, and every step of our walking leads us there where alignment reveals the readiness. It is then that we receive the bounty of life. Let not the mind distract us from the course with its seducing ways pointing at beautiful things hither and yon. Let us remove our coverings and feel the earth beneath our feet, how moist with promise, how warm with the light of the sun. Here is the place of our standing, and it is this place that opens the door to all places where we are to stand.
There in the infinite space of your breath do I lay my head, face eastward toward the sun. I am guided always by the light. It is the way. It is the star of my following when night falls and the quiet feels haunting. How serene your voice. How mysterious the way of alignment that I can only pause the thinking of my thoughts to listen. I hear always your voice and follow its sound through doors that are opened to me, and I experience the Magic every time I walk through. I dance in celebration of your bounty and abundance, and for the good that is laid before me on a table at which I sit beside you. There is neither haste nor angst. I sit with a heart open to the supper when it arrives. It is there in the wait of my sitting that I smell the ingredients of manifestation, my heart beating in grateful anticipation, my mouth watering for the feast. Every step walked through life has led me here, and I open wide my being that I feel the essence of you sweep through me like a wind whose only intention is to heal, to lift, and to carry. I am sustained, and it is my sustenance that brings me to my knees in prostration for the materialization of clear intention. Then it arrives, and I am awed by the fullness of your gift. I asked but for a plate and you have offered me a platter.
I dance with God, because it is the path of the Divine. There is no road traveled outside the realm of the light. So bright it is that I am awakened to the fullness of its moon in my sleep. I am led always beside waters still where the current takes me into vastness and releases me into life’s abundance. How open my heart and awakened my soul to the gift of this life and the way of the journey. I walk. My feet bare that I might feel the earth beneath me, experience the connection to the hand that has given life to all. I am matter, a form filled with spirit that runs the river of my being that I might go there to the deep end and test the waters. My faith sustains me, allows me to breathe underwater and walk atop its vibration. I lose myself in the Magic, awed by the way of its mystery and grateful to see.
May my eyes land always upon your grace.
May my ears hear the voice so clearly I cannot deny the way.
May my feet carry me through doors opened by your breath.
May my heart expand inside the abundant over flow.
May my prayer be a mantra in the meditation of my sitting that I draw ever nigh to you.
There is a space inside life’s vastness where the door is open. It leads us to the revelation that all things are made available to us in each moment that we choose. What we choose comes from the place of our consciousness at any point in time, and through the space and time where the point intersects with movement. Our choices are the manifestation of thought, where we are inside the rhythm of vibration—high or low—a pulse of intuition leading us ever so close to the start of beginnings anew. We birth from the seeds planted in the soil of either our cultivation or our neglect. This, too, is a choice along the path of the way. It is the path of gratitude that awakens the flower from its sleep and brings it into full bloom stretching across the landscape of life’s breath. The depth of our breathing is as vast or as shallow as the way of our gratitude. There exist no limitations in life. The expanse but a glimpse of the all from which we choose, and it is when we choose from a place of mindful knowing, led by the pulse of our intuition, that we multiply the birthing of seeds scattered with intention and watered by prayers.