Ohhh feeling the pull of the wanderer ! The free gypsy soul - the bohemian .
When you feel that pull , it gets quite intense. It's a nothing can hold me down energy.
Rules - regulations - haha I scoff in your face.
Spiritual practise is the ultimate freedom in my book - it allows you to just be yourself - no strings attached. You are in control of your Experiance.
Whether it be good or bad , the onus is on you.
Throw in everyday life - work , home, others and that's where it gets tricky.
Conformity is the greatest killer of the soul, of this I have no doubt. It dulls your light and separates you from who you truly are.
It sucks !
A recent experience - shed some major light on my perceptions.
I recently had to give a presentation in a fairly straight world , about a topic that was close to my heart.
I choose healing - the spirtual, energetic kind.
My intent was that I can't hide who I am - regardless of the outcome .
After living , breathing esoteric practices for years , why should I ?
Mostly it was well received - yay ! Some where dubious -but hey that's their perogtive.
Bottom line - didn't give a fuck !
I was being true to my path - being true to my soul.
Be true to yourself and you will rock it !
Last night I dreamt about the stars
The earth and the connection that never dies
I journeyed into her heart, the great chasm that never ends
She filled me with her song
The stars then came down to play
They were beings of light
Filled with love
Watching over us
A Grain Of Sand
Written by: Robert William
If starry space no limit knows And sun succeeds to sun, There is no reason to suppose Our earth the only one.
'Mid countless constellations cast A million worlds may be, With each a God to bless or blast And steer to destiny.
Just think! A million gods or so To guide each vital stream, With over all to boss the show A Deity supreme.
Such magnitudes oppress my mind; From cosmic space it swings; So ultimately glad to find Relief in little things.
For look! Within my hollow hand, While round the earth careens, I hold a single grain of sand And wonder what it means.
Ah! If I had the eyes to see, And brain to understand, I think Life's mystery might be Solved in this grain of sand.
“I asked of Destiny...”
I asked of Destiny, “Tell me who with relentless hand pushes me on?”
Destiny told me to look behind.
I turned and saw my own self behind pushing forward the self in front.
BY RABINDRANATH TAGORE