I hear the church bells ring. Just like the sound of the call for morning prayers back home. The wind carries this resonance to my ears. I see two birds flying in tandem. These rhythms of life. How we all dance and move in sync like pieces on a chess board to form this physical reality. The compounding of multiple concepts over a multitude of cycles that have taken place on this earth. Everything happens in an instant. The inner world reflecting in the outer one.
Three songbirds perched on my windowsill yesterday. Chirping loudly, erratically and some would say, annoyingly. They were engaged in conversation, though in my opinion, they were in a loud argument. Two perched together, the other separately, farther away from them, almost as if he was there but not there. The two together ones must be lovers. Now that I think about it, it might have been an allegory for my love life. Between my twin and soul spark. I stare outside these same windows tonight. It’s almost as if I have never noticed that they are the same size as the windows that were in my dorm room during my teenage years. Large, unassuming, a way for me to stare in wonder at the external world. I love staring outside windows. I can be a quiet observer, learning the lessons without facing the pain that comes with it. But I quickly find out that my pain is unavoidable. I am happy. I love you all intensely. I see your souls, a reflection of my own. I see the turmoil that we go through in this human life.
I can’t help but think these birds were in a shouting match about who caught the tastiest worm or something funny to that extent. I see these windows again and I remember how we used to clean them with newspaper back then, to make sure they were spotless. So, the light would shine through uninterrupted and bathe us in the glorious love of God. That’s an overstatement, I think they just wanted the windows to be clean and a good newspaper polishing gets the job done right.
We try to keep our lives spotless. Polished. Craft facades to mask the pain and hurt we face. I think in many ways, I am finding myself again. Through the pain, we must find ourselves. We must shed the mask, or it will be ripped from our faces violently by the universe. It will hurt, but it is for our own benefit. We must face ourselves and see that we are loved for who we are by the divine. We are a fragment of the divine, divinity itself. We are responsible for the ways in which we show up in the world, we are responsible for the acts we choose to perform, we are responsible for our internal world. Sovereignty. We are sovereign beings. No devil, ‘god’ or man, no external entity is in charge of who you are or what you embody. It is time to lay claim over yourself. Take up the hard task of being self-responsible.
The eternal frequency of love, light and the divine vibrates across the sands of time. It is in everything, and it is everything. Then again, this is just my perspective. I can only share the world through my eyes. I know that I do not know. That is the beauty of this reality. I can only enjoy this beauty we live in. I see love behind the eyes of everyone I meet. We are all children of God. We deserve love. But we must first learn to love ourselves and the universe reflects that love back to us. Love flows gently, subtly; it is proven by the flow of ones’ soul essence to another. Whatever perceived faults we see within ourselves must be seen entirely with kindness. When we love ourselves, we can then shoulder the task of loving others and from then on, transcendence begins.