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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empty boat

cast away
this boat
into the infinite sea,
go without oars or sails,
moved by those glorious stars above,
rising and falling
with those effortless waves.

and when you reach
that forsaken place,
with no sight of any shore,
cast away even that thought
of going somewhere,
close your eyes
to listen and feel some more.

for then you will know,
how to be this boat,
with nothing left
to show, hold or hide,
where your last defense -
that emptiness,
will fill every cell inside.

and you will lie there
in the arms of a wild sea,
singing her song
out to the world,
with the stars, the moon
and the sleeping sun,
and the whole cosmos, alive inside.

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.

Grace

and as I stand
a little closer
to my grave today,
when strands of silver
line the oval of my face,
I am learning to look into
the half-glowing heavens,
in silent curiosity,
with a steadfast faith
coursing through
my pulsing jugular,
and with one full breath,
call out my own blessed name,
and raise a full-throated song
giving thanks to this world,
which always gives me
my choicest meal,
without ever asking
for my name.

Sky Whispers

and the Sky said to me:
"Go where you must;
do what you want to do;
wander, get lost,
disappear, then appear,
get battered and bruised,
change your ways
or your form,
like the wayward clouds
who never seem to rest
on their heels
or their hearts,
and yet they do;
and then,
come back to me
if you please -
empty-handed
or full
of yourself or me,
and know
that I will be there
waiting for you -
always, always there."

Fragrance

and a little bud wondered to herself -
"how can I feel my own fragrance?"
and then she was kissed open
by a prancing sunbeam,
and the wind took her
in his swiveling arms,
and she was plucked and pressed
by a wonder-filled child,
and crushed under the heels
of a lost passer by,
and she found her fragrance
as she clung to the souls
who had touched her
and her surrendered life.

Surrender

I want to know
if you feel despair
the way I feel -
to be laid down
on a bed of needles,
not knowing anymore
which one pricks
and where,
and yet to not look away
from the distant stars
that watch over you
through the dark cover
of a terrifying night;

not because
you are too scared
to open
your night-blind eyes,
but because
there is no other place
where your parched eyes
can wander to -

weary eyes
that don't know anymore
what to cry for and how,
for life has sucked out
their light
and your marrow;
because
there is no other place
where they can wander
to soak in hope
and fill up with joy,

they have nowhere to go
but to stare at and pierce
the growing darkness
that chokes you in its vise;
and in that swamp
of deep despair
and impending defeat,
with no place to go,
and nowhere to hide,
your eyes will find
at last,
those tiny pin-pricks
of flickering light -
distant yet near,
quivering yet bright.

for I have seen
and I have felt
and I have heard
a quiet rose of surrender
flower
only amidst
thorns
of despair.

Resilience

I watch
the river reeds
flow with the
giving river.

I watch
the thawing ice
roll along with the
charging ocean.

I watch
the little bird
build her frail home
in the oft dancing trees.

I watch
the dainty spider
spin her web
on the restless breeze.

I watch
and I learn,
that resilience
slips in quietly
through the backdoor,
when I am busy
giving myself
to Life.

Resilience comes
not when I hold on,
but when I
give in to Life;
for it's in the giving in
that I can discover
and create myself,
over and over again.

Freedom

whipped
by Life
time and again,
I have a choice
to stay
or walk away
to freedom -
which is not
in the staying
or leaving,
but in the mind
that refuses
to surrender
to the heart.

On Desire

When we hear the word 'desire', we usually think of 'kama' - the intense longing for a person, a thing, or a result. Most often than not, when we think of desire, we think of love, friendship, intimacy, sex, money, fame, success, etc. We also have been conditioned to look at 'desire' as something that needs to be given up or controlled, to evolve spiritually.

But desire is the root of all action that makes us human. Even in our spiritual growth, there is a seeking, a desire to get somewhere, somehow....what we call evolution. So then how can we give up desires? When it is the wheel that keeps us moving and changing? When it is the flame that keeps us alive and in the hunt?

I believe that true evolution happens only when you HOLD your desire without going out of your way to seek an end or a fulfillment, or without looking to repress it or wishing it away. It is about 'surrendering' to your desire and life. It is about holding it inside you like a sacred flame, shielding it from the things that would put it out, and from the things that would fan it so that it exhausts or burns itself out. It is about the middle path. It is not about giving up or giving in. It is about living and being with it. So hold it, burn with it slowly, let it burn you slowly... sit with the pain of not being able to seek fulfillment, sit with the helplessness of not being able to do anything about it, surrender to the fire of desire, be consumed by it....there is nothing more one can really do.

For when you choose to do something, you are becoming a victim of desire. You either want to be in denial. Or you want to take charge and control your life by going all out to fulfill your desire. Embrace it and walk with it, holding it like a dear friend, who is there with you every step of the way. That is the way. The only way home, is what I feel.