I feel time passing.
May I yet know the Truth.
And may it set me free.
Free of the mind that chatters.
The thoughts that chain.
The beliefs that bruise
the very soul of this mortal life.
May I be free of it all.
Unencumbered by hate,
By the violence of my own mind.
Free of greed and fear and jealousy
That speak of a small quivering heart.
Free of it all.
May I be open and graceful,
Grace filled and – free.
Finally, truly – free.
Amen.
The Enneagram –
Kaleidoscope of
Personality nuances
The prism through which
we live our lives.
To breathe, unfettered
through every angle
Afforded by
the multifaceted gaze –
We rest in the serenity of knowing
the perfection
of Creation – as it is.
Delight in the Unconditional love
that is as surely present in
and around us as our very breath.
Know assuredly that we have the value
of simply being the one and only
authentic self we really are.
And in that – dare to transform as an
ever evolving unique expression
of the Divine.
We trust our inner guidance
to give us what we need
when we need it.
And feel the inner clarity of knowing
without doubt or fear.
We know deeply that we are grounded
in Being, Itself.
And need have no fear in the changing
nuances of the apparent reality in which
we live.
The Joy of that Being bubbles up
within us as the ecstasy
of living this life as a gift
And we draw our strength
from the simplicity
and full honor of being an essential
part of the Divine.
In the end, we know the wholeness
of all things
such that every breath in and out are
but expressions of the Supreme face
of God.
Forgiveness is such an enormous field of possibility.
I recently went through the trials of dealing with an understaffed, for-profit hospital system as I tried to keep my husband alive when his heart was failing. For huge segments of time, I lived in the free-fall of not knowing if he would make it.
All of it seemingly preventable – if only there was a functioning and responsive system.
I caught myself sliding down the chute of churning resentment at the inept, greedy, “all about money at all cost to the patient” “health-care” system. I might even be right about that assessment. But the bilious acid in my stomach was a sign of my own inner working gone awry.
And this is where forgiveness enters into all this. Because – the reality is – this is the system we have here. To not fight reality is a deep form of forgiveness.
To forgive does not mean “do nothing.” To do the best possible, given what is true in any moment, keeps us on track for right action. Being assertive in the face of the resistance of the system is what kept my husband alive. But not arguing with reality in a frenzy of anger means that we allow “Thy Will Be Done” in the bigger scheme of things.
In the end (meaning – at the moment) it has worked out. He did get a pacemaker in time. He is still beside me on the couch as I write this. And I have a new magnitude of gratitude for the fact that this is so.
My husband will die someday. I’ve been granted a window of realizing what that will be like. A taste in advance. And meanwhile, accepting each moment as it shows up will likely keep me alive and well longer, too!
