There have been times in the past when life seemed to be disordered, chaotic even and yes, this past year had moments like that. I felt myself facing what seemed to be an inevitable situation, far beyond my control and over which I had no responsibility, there being nothing which I could do to bring about change, other than to accept the consequences. The great challenge is to Let Go and from doing so we learn that from in-action, a positive change is made and that is Magic. Not the magic of spells or from fiction, but a happening for which there is no logical reason or explanation.
So I find myself at this time of the year between Samhain and Winter Solstice, when daylight shortens, travelling inwards, to go into deep reflection, a process that comes naturally to me. I look over my shoulder so to speak, at the past year and of that other years remembering those who have touched my life, in unmeasurable ways, enriched me as person deeply and profoundly. Not all of them have left this life, some have and yet even they are accessible, if only as memories or as mental pictures held within.
I have no religious belief, nor do I hold fast to a set of doctrines. In fact I find myself at odds with those who use the word 'belief' as it is entirely different from the word Know of knowledge.
The path I chose for myself is an interior one of silence and meditation, a path that transcends the mundane, beyond active thought. It is in the rich stillness of the mind that I becomes i and finally disappears.
A further explanation is below.
I climbed, but not on foot
and wearied an ancient path.
Steadfast through brambled grass
Belaboured by rambling thoughts
Mindful of a high peak.
Mindful of a high peak
Beyond the verbiage, where
Silence enfolds its own memory
Peace in blue-still air
Cascaded as rain
On the foot of my mind.
On the foot of my mind
I trod it’s tranquil waters
To a fountain of new wine
Transmuted by Love’s seed and fruit
Triumphant over mortal mass
In spirit cleansed by incense pure.
In spirit cleansed by incense pure
I bathed refreshed, relaxed
At the spring of new awakening
To glimpse the foothills of Nirvana
A oneness, in perfection of duality