The dust that you rub from your eyes in the morning has traveled across the cosmos to be you.The blood that runs your veins, like all rivers eventually goes back to the sea….
We think that life has to be huge and grand. We feel in the west that spiritual experiences should be like the 4th of july, with fireworks blasting, on sensory overload.
Would it surprise you to know that my deepest spiritual moments have happened in moments that people would normally walk by not paying heed? Watching an ant hill in the Pecos Wilderness, listening to a stream in Litchfield, dropping a cup of tea in awe as I watched the day unfold on our porch.
We are a culture that demands instant gratification. We want our senses to be on full tilt boogy throughout our day.
When did we lose silence, and stillness?
Spiritual experiences are inward, we don’t have to rely on outward sensations. Once we set the clay pot(our mind/body/spirit) to boil, with the lid closed, one day a seemingly insignificant moment will lift the lid, and the way you see things will change.
When this happens subtle changes will occur. You might find that you don’t judge as much. You might find that you are more patient.You might find you talk less, and will not have to fight to get your’point’ across to the ‘other’ in a conversation. You might find something quite extraordinary, you will listen deeply to people and all beings and hear the words spoken and more profoundly, what has not been spoken. You might find you need less stimulation, making a conscious choice to extend these delicate moments and continue to boil, being open to whatever moment presents itself to once again lift the lid….
little brother of dust