We all strive to comprehend fundamental aspects of our Being; origin, purpose, possibilities ... and yet, at times, our so-called search can be the very thing that keeps us from true understanding. "So-called," I say, because often times we continue to look in the same places over and over, thinking in the same old ways. How can something so mechanical, so habitual, be called a search?
I have recently begun meditating on being Crystalline. What does this mean? To me, it is a structure that is perfection. My cellular structure is aligned in perfect structure and balance. As Nature is always in perfection, so am I. We may look at something and see that it has varied lines and textures, or it seems irregular to the eye. But in this state, it is perfect.
An episode from the past enveloped the life stream; I saw the carousel of the world and the stars circle about my eyes, and the music of the souls enrapture me as I fell backwards into the eternal orb, felt my fingertips in the stars, the golden threads blood. The answer to a question that must be killed in order to be answered -- arrived -- with the help of an other.
Bound is a striking word, meaning both action and restraint. Are we bound to this earth? Can anyone be bound for glory? How bound and determined do we have to be? Is everyone eventually bound to find out?
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
