"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time." T.S. Elliot wrote that in his poem "Little Gidding." That seems to be the case. I travel through my physical life, with a veil of forgetfulness covering my focused consciousness, but I can still find my way back home and reunite with my greater awareness, and think it's the first time.
Now that's an interesting thought. I know a part of me, but feel like there is more to me than I know, so I start searching all over the place to find it, just to discover it's hidden within me, so I can become a grander version of myself. That grander growth expands the web I am connected to, and the whole web expands, including the Source of the web. Of course the next question is expand to where? Every step in this process of re-discovery reveals yet another road of forgetfulness. I have an eternity to remember, so no need to rush things, right?
On this amazing journey, I pick a special way to go. The path chosen has the freedom, awareness, connection and contrast I need to complete the journey, but I forget I have them. I look outside myself to fulfill this lack of understanding. I find others who claim to have the truth and mystery solved. All I need to do is follow them, to get where I want to go.
No need to use my skills, it's much easier to follow, and not think about it. That's OK. It's my journey, and I can travel on it as long as I want. At some point, something will awaken my belief in myself and the world changes. It becomes my world, and I can create it by my thoughts. I can be what I came here to be, a creator, who just like my creator, paints a canvas of beauty and love to experience. I feel my way on my path with my emotions, and express myself in gratitude. I remember I am aware connected energy, which is the greatest gift I can give myself. I can share it with all life, and reunite with another aspect of my consciousness.
There is no need to follow anyone or anything, but my feelings. I have all I need within me to live in peace, joy and love for that is what I create. That is what I give. That is what I am.
T.S. mentioned coming to the end of exploring, but I think he meant just one road in the process, death. I do know the place after death, for I have created it, by my beliefs, using the consciousness I remember. It certainly is not the end, but it is the beginning to becoming what I seek.
Hal Manogue is a poet and author of Short Sleeves A Book For Friends. Insightful thoughts for the 21st century. Hal's 2006 collection and 2007 collection are available in bookstores and online. Visit Hal's website: http://www.shortsleeves.net or blog: http://halmanogue.blogspot.com/ for more information about his work and life. Download a copy of the new E-Book,"Unite To Write" a collection of articles written by writers around the globe, that will inspire and fill you with useful information. It's value is priceless. It's Hal's gift to you. | |
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