like tomatoes and salt

there is something
ordinary
in the way
salt softens
the hardest of tomatoes
chopped,
that it holds me
in its magic
every single time

like relationships
that never end
on any note
other than
a soft becoming
of finding more
of growing more
of being more
together,
a more
that never was

CLARITY IS POWER

Some years ago, after an ordinary conversation with a friend, where we were talking about filters through which we see the world, I decided to do away with wearing glasses.

Yeah, just like that.

And I have never worn nor felt the need to wear glasses ever since.

The headache that was plaguing me disappeared. And I was able to drive the car at night without any problems.

I cannot see far into the distance. I cannot read the number plates of cars far away. But I can see enough. Enough to be safe and drive safe.

It was just a simple soul centered act on an impulse.

There is no logic to it.

Yet it worked.

For me.

And that's how I love to live my life mostly.

Not by being impulsive.

But by being inner sourced.

To go wherever my inner guidance takes me.

And yes, sometimes there are divine detours too.

It is all part of the game of Life.

Part of the package.

I had the clarity I needed to make the decision.

There were no lingering voices.

And that experience told me this.

That I always have enough clarity.

Enough to take the next step.

I may not know where I am headed or rather, how this step is going to lead to where I want to go.

But I know enough to pause, look around, listen and move.

Much like a spider listening to every quiver of its web.

Today I know this kind of clarity as power.

And as being in sync with Life.

Trusting in every step I take.

Yes, there are no mistakes.

There are only beautiful wanderings of a heart seeking home.

In every breath.

#clarityispower #innersourced #intuition #innerguidance #surrender #trust #mandalas

6Swati Joshi, Guy D Craft and 4 others

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North Star

when you can walk
that road alone,
that road
which is the edge
of many worlds,
morphing
into each other,
not two or three

where you walk
as if on water,
between
needing me
and yourself
and the world

when you walk there,
where you find yourself
lost
without a map
that's charted
by a hysteria
to get somewhere and fast,

then,
and only then,
call out to me,
and I will be there
with you,
as you proceed
to walk that road
alone.

Mirrors

I have been fascinated, intrigued, baffled and sometimes disillusioned by the whole idea of 'mirrors' in our life (spiritual) journey. Something didn't seem right to me. I could not resonate with it and so could not really embrace that concept as I walked through my life. Somewhere I did not understand it in a way that felt right in my gut.

Today, the penny suddenly dropped....and I finally found my own truth. Not that it might be different from what people down the ages have been talking about. But today what I saw and how I saw it felt good in my gut. Today I can own it in a way I haven't been able to.

I realised today that my outer world is not a 'reflection' of my inner world. A person I meet or interact with is not a 'mirror' that reflects me and my inner world. That is not my reality. It is what happens in the space in between that determines my reality. It is what happens inside of me when I meet that person, or interact with him/her, or see something in the world outside (like issues related to food, territories, beliefs, religion, sex, money, values etc.). The person or event or situation is only pointing a finger to me.....telling me, showing me where to look....to find that place inside which is making me see what everyone around me is seeing, with different eyes....my eyes. That is what determines my reality. So do I see hunger, poverty, fanaticism, abuse, violence, abnormalities, or amoral acts? Or do I see something else? Do I see those as part of a larger picture of the world....a phase that we need to go through to rethink our ways of being and doing? Or do I see those things as 'not being right' and therefore need fixing, changing and standing up for? What do those 'issues' stir up inside me? How do they make me feel? That is where I need to look.

So then can I tell another that "the world is mirroring you or your feelings"? Can someone be a true mirror?

I believe not. The mirror is me. I have to look. I have to know where to look. Within. I have to get in touch with the feelings that the person or situation evokes. Honestly. Only I know and can know exactly how that makes me feel. Is it fear? Is it love? Or is it a deep knowing?

We cannot hide from ourselves for long. We cannot look away from the mirror....our own self....
the mirror that walks with us all through our lives. If only we choose to pause and look....

Here is a poem by David Whyte that I love that speaks about looking into our own mirror....

  
THE HALF TURN OF YOUR FACE
- by David Whyte

The half turn of your face
toward truth
is the one movement
you will not make.

After all,
having seen it
before,

you wouldn’t want
to take that
path again,

and have to greet yourself
as you are
and tell yourself
what it was like
to have come so far
and all in vain.

But most of all
to remember
how it felt again
to see
reflected
in your own mirror,
the lines
of abandonment
and loss.

And have those words spoken
inviting you back,
the ones you used to say,
the ones you loved
when your body was young
and you trusted
everything you wanted.

Hard to look,
but you know it has to happen
and
that it takes
only the half turn of your face
to scare yourself
to the core.

Seeing again
that strange resolve
in your new reflection.

The Guiding Light

sometimes when I feel lost,
walking along blindfolded,
not knowing where I am
or where I should go;
I hear a voice whisper
from the well within -
the eternal compass
that rights itself;
the star that guided
the Magi towards the Light;
the winds that drive birds,
the fragrance that lures honeybees,
to make new homes in distant lands;
and I know what to do -
trust the guiding light
that's always burning,
always showing me
the way home;
if only I can close my eyes
and open my heart;
if only I can drown
in the silent well within,
and listen....

Soul Migration

eyes turned in,
ears tuned out,
I listen with my heart,
to that inner voice shout;
that knows and guides me
to my ever-expanding home,
as I feel my way through
dark seas and raging storms;
I don't have to know
where to go, or how to reach the shore,
I just have to learn
when and how, to let go.