he who finds OM in his heart

"Awakening from this dream, he was overwhelmed by a feeling of great sadness. It seemed to him that he had spent his life in a worthless and senseless manner; he retained nothing vital, nothing in any way precious or worth while. He stood alone, like a shipwrecked man on the shore.

..

When had he really been happy? When had he really experienced joy?

...

Then he had felt in his heart: "A path lies before you which you are called to follow. The gods await you." 

And again as a youth when his continually soaring goal had propelled him in and out of the crowds of similar seekers, when he had striven hard to understand the Brahmin's teachings, when every freshly acquired knowledge only engendered a new thirst, then again, in the midst of his thirst, in the midst of his efforts, he had thought: Onwards, onwards, this is your path. 

He had heard this voice when he had left his home and chosen the life of the Samanas, and again when he had left the Samanas and gone to the Perfect One, and also when he left him for the unknown.

How long was it now since he had heard this voice, since he had soared to any heights?

How flat and desolate his path had been! How many long years he had spent without any lofty goal, without any thirst, without any exaltation, content with small pleasures and yet never really satisfied! 

Without knowing it, he had endeavored and longed all these years to be like all these other people, like these children, and yet his life had been much more retched and poorer than theirs, for their aims were not his, nor their sorrows his. 

This whole world of the Kamaswami people had been a game to him, a dance, a comedy which one watches.

...

Were they not playing a game that had no end? Was it necessary to live for it?

...

Then Siddhartha knew that the game was finished, that he could play it no longer. A shudder passed through his body; he felt as if something had died."


[Currently reading Siddhartha and having my mind blown every other sentence. Even as a seeker, this book is much more than most things I have come across. So simple and true, yet complex and thought-provoking. I would encourage a read if you so wish, my lovelies] 

may you always seek. may you always find. may you always summon a courage from the strength & joy within, for strength & joy within are an unbroken string leading to the heavens. 

life is written by: you

be present : in adventure

this is on my mind today...

Juxtaposed perfectly with...

how does one balance two such ideas? 

how do you completely immerse yourself in where you are in your current state, 

yet dream big and be spontaneous? 

how does one keep their game face and productive hat on whilst 

whimsically dreaming with their head in the clouds? 

oh brain, how i love to hate you sometimes. 

intuitive impulsiveness

-or- 

irresponsible determination 

question of the day (?)

this is an edit to this post (aug 21st):

today, i've realized that the two are really one in the same. there is no better way to 'be all there' than to be spontaneous and truly live moment to moment. 

oh how lovely it is to love life deeply. 

be impulsive.

as long as it doesn't put others in harm's way. 

do what it is makes you truly happy. let your soul sing the song it's meant to sing. 

may you break free from whatever it is you think you're supposed to be doing... 

feel this world deeply in your bones. and smile with God. 

the wandering heron

the wandering heron
came in to my life at just the time i needed him

the wandering heron
perched in my heart's home
so ethereal in stature and size
only his humble beauty silently demanding attention from the trees around him

the wandering heron
freeing my heart from the depth
allowing my soul to perch atop his wings and take flight once more

the wandering heron
knowing the answers to everything i might ask
knowing all my heart may need
knowing the strength of my soul

the wandering heron
watching over his wetland as a lion does his pride

alone, the wandering heron stands

the wandering heron
never fluttering in surprise
never straying from the confidence he holds in his chest
always silently taking flight in the direction he knows he must go

keep going
the wandering heron speaks to me
keep going and going and going
know the ends of your truth
seek what it is you already know within yourself as i already know within myself
take me with you where you go
wander the earth, wander your own backyard
know that your truth will be a pathless land
know that you will find joy in your heart every step of the way

the wandering heron
assuring me that everything my soul has ever breathed to my heart is true

the wandering heron
gracefully allowing me to touch my own freedom
forever

the wandering heron
showing me the flight of joy
for eternity

fate:

coincidence tricking itself, always.
everything is but of grand plan and design.
everything is perfect as is, where is, at the time it is.

you can be nothing other than that of who you are.
do not deny others' of your extraordinary brilliance,
your light shines the way it does, the way it must.
the only way it knows how.

it is no coincidence you are you.
it is no coincidence your journey is as it has been.
it is nothing short of a beautiful, magical, perfectly-timed fate.

a fate of which you can allow yourself to give in to.
ah yes. then, and only then, does the world become truly brilliant in color.
a moving experience bringing you to tears and laughter each day.

give in. live in joy.
smile at your fated, joyful existence.

starseed

share your dreams

for stars do not hang in the sky alone

they do not remain unlit

for fear that one day they might fall

no

they shine, together

bright enough for the sky to be lit, even when it is dark. 

your journey..

..is as it should be.