Rebirth. In this stillness, I find God, or at least my version of who God is. The breaking apart of all that previously lay here. Who am I? A person, an abstract thought, particles vibrating together in constant concentrated motion. I lose myself to this reality, to find myself again. I feel like I may go away completely, I might disappear. What more is there to know, to feel, except love. I think maybe I am already lost. There is so much hurt in this world, so much pain, blind to the radiant light of God that lives within us, this beautiful, divine source of being. The origin of all that is. The unseen force that flows within us, through us and shows us who we are. There is nothing more except this absurd narrative, one that I seem to love in my own odd way. Life is beautiful, radiant, grand and yet so much does not make sense to me.
I know much about blindness. You see, I too have been blind before. It is only the love of the great source that is able to push me through. There is so much left to see. So much left to experience, be it the self or the greater fabric of existence. Who am I if not a fragment of the divine?
Life is so beautiful in all its complexities. We love just to lose. We build, just for all to be destroyed again. This circular nature of existence. The transmutation of energy. This life is a terrible and incredible thing. I stand here at the precipice and look down below. A beckoning so loud it possesses my whole body. I have no choice but to answer the call to jump. Once the blindness is removed and the veil is lifted, you can never go back again. There is nothing here but God, a fragment of an even smaller fragment, each subdivision taking its own form, each of them as special as the whole.
We hold nothing, we own nothing. Everything is a fleeting abstract concept that acts as an aide in the grand lesson. What is this solid manifestation of God, if not a point of interaction that the divine must have with itself. You and I both, we are all so beautiful. The manifestations of the divine, conceptualized for the purpose of internal understanding. So, as God goes within for self-discovery, we must all go within and own our narratives. To understand the internal state of being, the self, is to do right by the source of all that is.
Be kind, love deeply and truly. When the time comes, be willing to let go. Everything is love. All things happen as they should. We can only learn the lesson.