We Can Remember...
We choose life because we want to learn who we are and who we have once been. We want to learn why we function the way we do and why we do not. We want to learn about others and the people that we love. We want to learn what our purpose is and why we were placed in the earth in the first place. So we spend our time in this reality searching for the answers; searching for clues that will guide us in knowing. We search for love, peace, trust, guidance. We search for pain, hate and fear. We search until we finally remember that we were not supposed to be searching. We remember that everything we were searching for is within us already. We remember that everything we thought we were missing was right in side of us all along. We remembered that God placed our treasures in the best hiding place ever, inside ourselves. But since we forgot, we looked away from us and we looked outside of us.
This point of remembering is a joyous feeling. The point of remembering is heaven on earth in every moment. We now remember that we do not have to fear. We now remember that we are love. We now remember that we are faith so therefore we always have it. All we have to do is remember what we have allowed ourselves to forget.
I remember much more than I did before. I remember that I am. I remember that I can breathe. I remember that this breath connects me with every single person in the Universe and therefore we are all One. I remember that I can see. I can see with my spiritual eyes and that allows me to look past my senses. I remember that I can feel. I can feel this Divine connection with me, my spirit and our Creator. I can close my eyes, breathe and feel this ultimate experience in this very moment. I remember that I can love. I can function in pure innocent love and in doing so I can heal. I can heal from every illusion. I remember that I can just be.
In this moment of remembering, at this very second I am filled with luminous light and glory as I am listening to Divine love, I am listening to Divine power, I am listening to Divine passion, I am listening with Divine understanding. I am listening with fearless faith. I am listening with zeal. I am quietly listening to pure spirit whispering in my ear telling me to just breathe. Telling me that I no longer have to worry. Telling me that I am the treasure within. Smiling at me. Waving at me. Embracing me. In this moment I am surrounded and encompassed by my own spirit’s love. In this moment I remember…
Literary Thought
Copyright 2008
Can I just be...
Is it ok if I just talk to you in lemans’ terms and use the words that I use everyday?
Must I think of all of those profound but complicated expressions when I sit down to pray?
Is it truth that I must close my eyes and that my head must be bowed in order for you to give me your attention on any given day?
Do I have to attend church services, belong to the choir and be one of the deacons for you to know that I am okay?
Must I read the Word on a daily basis and recite the verses verbatim for you to stay in the depths of my heart?
Wasn’t our relationship exempt from separation at the very start?
According to you must I dress a certain way and cover up the skin I am in?
Should I change my tone and modify my speech in order for your love to be within?
Is it fair that they say I can only love the one whom is opposite of me; that I cannot make love without experiencing matrimony?
Does all of this need to occur before you can shine your light on me?
Must I face east; confess 3 times a day and jump up and down when I praise for you to recognize that I love you the same?
They say that I must go through someone else to get to you; that I am not pure enough, not wise enough and that I must die first.
Is that true?
Is that what I must do for my soul to be soothed?
Do I live by their protocols, go by their guidelines and follow their rules in order for your love to flow within me?
Can’t I thrive in Your consciousness, change my name to I am and function in Your resourceful power in order to understand?
Can’t I remind them that I was made in Your image and that I am the author, the director, and the writer of this screenplay?
Can’t I exist in the wish fulfilled, create my own days, manifest my dreams and make my own realities; must I partake in their disillusioned misery?
Can’t I just be…Me?
Literary Thought
Copyright 2008